Dance With Me

© Matthew Word Bain

old buildings like this one
with generations of character
and stories in every stone
what is it they conjure up in me?

something stirs when the setting sun
throws warm light on gray stone
and the shadows slowly rise
from the dark asphalt

a dance move
that never gets old
no matter how familiar
you think it might be


© Matthew Word Bain

at one time this must have been a home
it’s built like a home, and is decorated as such
but now, between the padlock on the door
and the bricks stacked on the porch
a visitor stands to be confused
by this strange juxtaposition
of tending and of neglect
in the same setting

Fantasy Sunset

© Matthew Word Bain

warm sun and cool shadow
a row of windows, mostly the same
it must be the weekend, or at least a pandemic
these days, parking is easy to find

Time and Place

© Matthew Word Bain

dappled in warm filtered light
and adorned by an ambitious creeper
new growth continues as structure declines
an odd corner of decrepitude in a well kept town
the structure, no doubt, will be repaired or replaced
the creeper will be torn down, and probably grow again
the sun will continue to cast its light on whatever is present
whether it be made by humans or harvested by nature
but for now, in this brief and imaginary moment
the way these two processes come together
the one crumbling, the other climbing
place reveals the poignant beauty
inherent in the passage of time