Boxenhagener Platz

Can you hear the ghost
Wandering through collapsing corridors 
And bewildered strips of land?
Totting its feet across the Boxhagener Platz, 
Leafing through the dog-eared books 
Outside antique shops, 
Trying to find her social agenda? 
Calling out to the youngsters on their skateboards, 
Ripping up the pavement ahead. 
"Hey you!"
They are too busy to notice.
Finally whispering
In a voice that nobody hears, 
"Has anyone seen Father Time?"

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