Stamped in silver rain
where the brown edges are hanging on,
sidewalks longer than roads
towering above the trees.

Hulks of brick and wounded wood
glass entrances up against pink flesh.

Secretaries of photosynthetic shade
stuffing their mouths with big leaves
of inky daylight.

Old ships and bridges in dried-out suds
the pumping hearts of mouths in cliff-side plaques
tormented by water.