April 11, 2010

May Day


The sky was weeping today -
Slow and steady, persistent.
Garbage and pollen melded.
Urban spring.

The concrete bleeds perfect green -
Slow and steady, persistent.
Foootsteps and tire tread deny it.

Seeds form rivers toward sewers -
Thick and mucky.
No soil, no hope, no purpose.

The city always changes -
A jackhammer, a sledge.
The sludge of life discarded.
Trees know.


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