these stony blocks
raise muted hues
willingly to the
dingy wool jacket
of sky, but the trees
collide:
all verdant and crashing--
bright flash-
es of green-
ness against
the oyster lid,
wet and murky.
it's almost brazen
the way they
bare
those shivering ornaments.
veins swollen with water
pulse with electric
escarole souls.
and the cars are beeping,
screeching
tires shriek
homage to the
slick streets,
onyx sheets
of asphalt,
as they dodge
umbrella-huddled
hunchbacks that
hopscotch
a cr os s
puddled intersections.
pregnant sky,
mother sky,
meets infant earth
with wailing city mouth
that drinks and drinks
her nectar.
Hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelu
jah.
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