Pointing at Houses

Mom pointed at houses
As if the old world
Could suddenly jump to life.

A strange resurrection.

Where she lived years ago
Fields and concrete lumps
Are strewn around.

Where the city’s heart used to be.

How do you dissect a city
and leave its guts out
in overgrown weeds, rotting
for all to see?

Even an old city
Deserves a decent burial.

*Dave Barber was born in Corpus Christi, Texas in 1959, one of three children. He discovered a love of poetry at a young age and wrote for himself. After retiring from the Air Force, he accepted a job with the government in New Mexico. Then, he was free to really focus his heart on his poetry. He is the author of dozens of poems in on-line magazines and several in regular publications including one published short story. This is his first collection of poetry. He is a government worker and lives with his beautiful wife and wonderful daughter in Albuquerque, New Mexico.