.
We were driving through
a desolate mall
where finding a parking spot
used to be like
trying to find a drop
of water in the desert.
Yet, today as we sat at
a rusted stop sign,
cutting through the old parking lot,
I was face to face with
a pair of fancy doors
that no-one walks through
and no-one walks out.
The walls were meaningless,
yet they once had the human magnetism
of the Taj Mahal.–
Just another marketplace hustling their wares.
I pictured elephants with baskets on their backs,
monkeys screaming; dancing for pennies,
and children running around scaring
the chickens, with dirty feathers floating in thick dust.
Yet, if those walls just rose into the heavens?
It was just a pair of fancy doors
that no-one walks through–
and no-one walks out.
