The old hotel stands


A quiet country road; calling

Telling of autumn southerly

That slaps cheeks red

Old hotel once with light

All hours; and the laughter

Beer and peanuts; a sing-a-long

To guitar and a TV on mute

In the corner

Quiet now and the wind

At windows trying to get in

To the nothingness

A dog; mangy mutt

Cautious; on borrowed time

Like those with unused

White gumboots

And government income

A country road

The old hotel

It stands


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