Dogtrack

A dirt patch overgrown
surrounded by dark buildings
marked with graffiti
and rusted bleachers
filled by memories
of money made
and burned.
The screens still mounted
now just foggy gray
like water mixed with dust
and all the broken glass
like diamonds
long forgotten there.
Paintings of wolves
stain molding bathroom
walls while sinks leak
over marble floors
and deepen the abyss
beyond beginning.
There are no distant howls
at rising moons
or river crossing trains
during the driest days.
A rabbit bites a blade of grass
in the middle of the overgrown
expanse out past the fences
and doesn’t even listen.
It knows it can outrun
whatever’s left.