EYES OPEN

A high heat

pushed roadway

lines sideways

crowds trample the streets

pulled toward destinations

in a sea of shoulders

 

fire escapes spread

waffle slanted shadows

onto faded bricks

 

a radio pushes

static into an alley

 

garbage cans release

the aroma of yesterday

 

young men

rolled up sleeves

bright buckles

black pocket combs

slicked back hair

protect their corners

 

the day is long with

story.


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