Buildup
by Woody Evans
Does a city grow slowly,
accreting,
like coral
into reef?
Or is it sudden -
the red
burst of knee on
asphalt, motorbike
crash?
Tonight it is
breathy, all exhaust,
suffering
me such questions.
A cool mist comes,
now,
on the noise. |
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