Deserted Factories

Windows of deserted factories
shimmer on a humid night
in the parking lot lights

as we stand absorbed in thought
looking down the empty street.
I am reluctant to break

the long silence enclosing us.
Sounds travel heavily
through the thick moist air

like the distant flapping of wings.
Something invisible brushes against us.
“Is that perfume?” you whisper.

photograph by Dennis Gordon
photograph by Dennis Gordon

–Sudie Nostrand