In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. 

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-9/

Down an empty street

Down an empty street
I’m walking all alone
steady on my feet
I quickly kick a stone

I see the place is closed
It looks like it is gone
I thought it was still open
It’s not the only one.

Where have the places gone?
Where do I go from here?
Why is the town so darkened?
What do all the people fear?

I stare and stare ahead  
and wonder how long it’s been
that this place was open
That they let the public in.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021