UPSTREAM

There’s no bottom

to the city

 

treeless

empty lots

 

broken stone

trash and puddles

where buildings

were planned

to reach the moon

and stars

 

sidewalk people

swim upstream

in both directions

without order

searching for a

place

 

sirens

help or prevent

 

subways rattle

breathing heavy

stoic faces

anxious hands

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