Apartments
Places to stay
All familiar
None of them home
Places have spirits
Though most can't feel them
Contacts made on planes unknown
A place has a presence
Something like a person
Abstract yet somehow
Direct and pure
Stains left behind by those who've passed through
Intent of design shows even more
Who were they built for
These cubicle patterns
Resembling but never embodying home
The children of Wotan
A nation of strangers
Living only to work
And then moving on
Apartments
I've lived in too many to count
Each one's left a stain on my soul
Anonymous places
Rented lives
Move in when it's fresh and
Move on when it gets old
The past is a landmark condemned and torn down
Leaving photos and memories as testament
Apartments and people
Existing alone
Strangers thrown together
Making the best of it
G.S., 7/3/91
photo: GS