(12/24/20)
Slots shade views piercing from reality
Buildings both lofty and squatty peer in
A wave carried lightly through haze
Finds hollow ears to rest in
Warmth cottony and clean surrounds
From reclining days spent in
Reverie, and more haze
What a body to live in
Wisps of buildings’ tears slide effortlessly
Into drainage cemeteries
Where lands have been
Buried under white-washed veneer
silence creeps between the jeers
And shouts of mechanical legs
Carrying mechanical people.
The silence lingers over craggy benches.
Green splits rock and yellow paint
Yearning for breath, in wanton ways
Gasping, grieving, stretching
Toward the liquid blue melody