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A poem about nature, the city, the intersect of human life and natural life. |
Paint! Spray paint for underpasses! cover up nazi hate colors with Paint! Ducking down alleyways from passing filth The moon is full and bright and floats eerie on a black canvas Orange spayed across the sidewalk and street corners, leaving the bottoms of buildings nut-colored and shadowy Headlights pass and break yellow-white streams through the dark. The hospital is illuminated blue that shimmers and haunts the corners of my eyes even after I’d already turned away Music thumps and drones and I stare at the soft glow of the city lights and shadows symphonic and synthetic and strangely soothing The air is cool and I can almost see it, a purple wave caressing and then powering off Flowing from my hilltop perch and down over the overpass a blackened silent snaking river of concrete Past highways, out past the warehouses and factories spewing smoke and steam in winding rolling plumes that seem to sit in the air and slowly curl away Past the river shimmering with the moon’s doppelganger, Past bridges and apartments and darkened homes Into forests that outline the industry like kids left out of playground games, The wind rustles through leaves and becomes lost in the trees, a green so dark it almost was black |