Poems from the Urban Landscape
December 13th 2010 00:22
City Poetry
City Verses
Seasons crowd together at the end of the year.
Fall colors choke shallow pools.
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The lease expired on the economy,
thing any more.
The rust belt rusted away.
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Sliding past steel giants.
Creeping toward sunrise.
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Into the spin cycle.
A line of cars hung out to dry in the damp air.
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The world’s on sale and nobody’s buying.
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The weeds know when to come
even if the customers don’t.
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A discarded carnival.
All bright lights and no people.
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The sky has fallen for the last time.
Now there nothing for it except to swim for your life.
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