Note from the Publisher: This piece belongs to the Merion West Legacy series, referring to articles and poems published between 2016 up to Spring 2025.
The Incorporated Town and Cold War Clocks
“The train cars are trying to sleep/in the postal town. Purple tracks/forsake concrete footer and loading/dock pad. The pale moon/asks homes to hold the bones.”
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