Verdant mountains standing all round
Ancient silent sentries gazing over
A once prosperous town now shuttered
Empty storefronts, silent mausoleums
To the bustling scenes of commerce
That once played out on the rambunctious
City streets, avenues, and boulevards
A young girl, huddled in the shade
The former department store providing
Some coolness and a working power outlet
Dope sick but hope redolent in her eyes
As nearby, music plays, calling out
With the songs of the hills for recovery
From drugs, from economics, from sorrow
A people poised to find the solutions and
Needing no one to help but grateful all the same
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