What Rough Beast | 06 24 20 | Jeff Scott Lane

Jeff Scott Lane
Nothing Left Here but the Ghost

End of last week the dumpster
was dropped in the driveway

The driveway had been empty
but their kids’ car on the street

With a weekend gone
the dumpster now full

The model railway and town torn
down and its pieces discarded

But the empty chair in the
basement where he once
sat with the controls in
hand now an empty shell

The empty bed upstairs
would be the next to go

The smell from food spoiled
while he was in the hospital

The smudge of the hand
print on the window over-
looking the lake lingering
like the breath he was
unable to take during
those last days here

Reflections in mirrors and
the well-polished surfaces
capture the photos on the
walls telling stories of the
times gone by and people
that were no longer there

Those ghosts he lived
alone with for years

Now

Nothing left
here but the

ghost

—Submitted on 06/13/2020

Jeff Scott Lane has a BFA in the study of graphic design from for Virginia Commonwealth University. His art has been mostly in the form of graphic design, photography, music, writing, block printing, and video, but will work with the medium that best suits the project. He has recently had collage work published in High Shelf and photography in The Esthetic Apostle.

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