When Gentrification Comes

      By Madonna Hernandez

He still stands,
but maybe not for much longer.
His haggard appearance is all that remains.
His floors have been walked on too much.
His windows are opaque,
there’s no more visibility from them,
and not much clarity.
His structure is crumbling, it’s weak now.
His bricks are falling. His cement is cracking.              His color is fading.
He smells like memories.
He’s cold.
There will be no more murky windows,
no more worn floors or falling bricks.
There will be no more comfort of familiarity.   He’s nearing the end.
Enjoy him while he lasts.