Flatchested Hills of Pennsylvania

Above the green flatchested hills
of central Pennsylvania
Bright April sky is turning blue.
Puffed whiteness of the clouds
is patched up so randomly -
from stray sheep mob
to lonely solitude ...

Along the low curvature
of the horizon,
Atop the bold spots
cut through the forest thick
Black metal masts of power lines
Carry the burden
of high-voltage electricity ...

As if the warriors
of the unknown native tribe
Walking the path of war,
They make their way in queue
Under surveillance of the tall
cell phone signal retranslator
That shoots up high
from one of the hill's foot ...

And I sit on my rollator-walker
surrounded by the abandoned
red-brick buildings
of multitude of genres -
Their solid walls are looking good,
All repossessed by banks,
I guess.

I see big ad been painted
on the wall :
"27,000 sq ft for rent ...
Call ..."

It's 5 o'clock : Wyoming Avenue
has sprung to life - the people
riding home from their work ...
The steady flow of the licked-up
soap-box Korean/Japanese
designs is interrupted
by something from the '70s :
Kinda as if it's
black "Volga GAZ-24"
or very much alike old make ...

I'm waiting at the corner,
my rollator still at work
until in two swift hours
St. Anthony's night shelter
opens ...

© G.N. Boiko-Slastion, last edit -Sunday,
April 26, 2026