The Spirit Is Gone, poetry by Jenise Cook at Spillwords.com
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The Spirit Is Gone

The Spirit Is Gone

written by: Jenise Cook

@jenisecook

 

The Spirit Room has no spirit,
lost in quiet darkness.
The sad siren call of a lone singer on the stone steps
bounces off the cold façades of shuttered businesses.

Friday night in Jerome, Arizona,
frozen by the virus and chaotic guidelines.
Streets once bustling with laughter, rock and roll, and vehicles
now lay in ghost-town silence,
save for the sad siren call of a lone singer on the stone steps.

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