The brashness of a gray afternoon curses

at roadside bars, all night diners and clotheslines

resembling sagging roadmaps.

Mud flaps proselytize to the lost while angels

search for the  abandoned; neon lights tempt the lonely

from corners.

In the distance, a city.  A breath spread wide of

buildings and faces, where evil drains into collars and

sweat is salted by the ravaging of circling crows.


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