nature's hungry centrifuge

shaggy palm trees arranged around a square
a slab of concrete swept almost clean
but for three bent pipes left clinging desperately
and everywhere, scattered
abandoned foundations of once-houses
survived by gnarly wind-swept trees
reaching for--something
(those who left?)
bent like old men
--longing for the boy lost somewhere inside
buried by time--
dreams, lives, the everyday mundane
thrown into nature's hungry centrifuge
obliterated in an instant

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