Grounded

Grounded Alyssa Diamond The summer of 2017, I visited a 1900’s ghost town; a Dust Bowl remnant where the sky hangs heavy and dirt clouds its residents’ eyes. A town haunted by a silence that spoke. The rumble of old engines passed here and there, a clock tower rang on the hour, a lawnmower started— sleepy, domestic. It had been a long time since this town had put its grandeur to rest. I heard a meow behind me. A family of strays stood near a puddle contaminated with oil. I shooed the cats when they tried to drink from it,…