Sherbet clouds delight, glass scrapes skies, sparkling silver ~ the City arrives.
city
tending
Seats unsat at a bar Friday-full ~ who sits, who stands settled by the tender’s cull.
a simpler social medium
Melodies drift over the road roaras a park triplet riffson infinity.Smiles crack each sullen face‘round the city Circle,decoded by the jam of a drum, sax, and bass ~smooth and abundant,the rhythm returnspedestrians toa simpler social medium.A jazz mob, self-assembled —traveling troops united to create a more perfect unionof the citied senses.
women’s troubles
Rubbed wrong on city streets — damned to hobble on blistered heels. The bandage brigade soothes skin torn for Style’s sake.
missed
Both look back but neither stops nor speaks — a question misses its mark
sweatier weather
sweater weather is unseasonably sweaty this year, don’t you feel?
Mirage, manifested
Saturated in sideshows, a gauntlet of gimmicks: plastic pillars molded to mimic — mock — the grandiosity of civilized civilizations, of pirates and Parisians; circus clowns captured — even the Flamingo is fated flightless. Air suffocated by the anticipation of gains never met in a city where memories are made to forget.
accumulusnation
Silver clouds swollen blue — white gold lining — brilliance. the sun saunters, another quiet morning — cold, still — silent in the southern exodus.
the Wind
the Wind sweeps the streets clean of Lifelittered and fallen,browned to a crisp by theforgotten august heat.The trees will us inside, waving and whispering, warning of a storm. The greenest cling to the boughswhich will release themsoon and softly. An act of birth through death,growth through loss —they’ll never come to shadethe life they bear. … Continue reading the Wind
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