evening reeks of wisteria
& dog shit city springtime heeds
that dragonfly wing imprinted
in concrete a toddler screams her
run bliss sidewalk dislodged by rouge
roots each inhale peril each exhale
time being progress & repeat
profess an oasis - instead -
of faith old men in the choir
belt belief brinks of weeping who'll
meet up at the wrack line where
we'll sort out possession/need
debts of grief & that great garbage drift
housing blue neustons & shame were
other kin inevitables
awaiting their momentous
only to shed common as weeds
blood wads on the wand when she said
or rather didn't - discover
a silence so stupid the home
where she's soil & sunflower
revised just like dark energy
just like tides take back their insistence
every day made redundant & of
it these bones will become those
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