SUMMER IN SPRING
chains, rusty gates and
grids throb through my veins,
dotted with firetruck-clad kids climbing the slides
someday to be replaced with
elevators, a trot down the block to the nearest
stop.
today, my urban blood runs only through my veins as moist southern air
hazes my brain,
brewing and steeping
earthy wood breeze rippling
willow trees.
anti-government buttons studding straps straddling backs soak through
to the other
side, morphing, melding into pebbles and acorns scattered through sandy soil.
as the vents in these building blocks piled high
flicker yellow and shut to the shuddering chill, all traces of Georgia
and Florida oranges stiffen and bristle,
brittle and bony.
back to rusty ladders stacked against brick,
come back to the city sometime.
grids throb through my veins,
dotted with firetruck-clad kids climbing the slides
someday to be replaced with
elevators, a trot down the block to the nearest
stop.
today, my urban blood runs only through my veins as moist southern air
hazes my brain,
brewing and steeping
earthy wood breeze rippling
willow trees.
anti-government buttons studding straps straddling backs soak through
to the other
side, morphing, melding into pebbles and acorns scattered through sandy soil.
as the vents in these building blocks piled high
flicker yellow and shut to the shuddering chill, all traces of Georgia
and Florida oranges stiffen and bristle,
brittle and bony.
back to rusty ladders stacked against brick,
come back to the city sometime.
posted by The Pencil Of Justice at 12:18 PM
4 Comments:
I like it.
Question:
Did you erase advertisement hypnosis?
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i like it as well. I miss Florida oranges even though California ones taste better, at least that's what people say. Kid? I peg you at 20. How close am I?
a margarita,
not too close. i'm 13. but i'm flattered.
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