Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Long planes of forced footpaths
crossing like liquid ropes
pulling hills and beached hot rods
heaps of painted foliage
filling up a bulge of clear glass
jutting rounded wings
the high breasts of a corroded body
flinging milk to spinning shells
the earthen thrusting of concrete posts
windows stuck to rusted metal poles
doorways and their sandy ramps
tonguing the street
the swirl and carved place of tepid offices
and finished dining rooms
colliding with unlit space.

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