abandoned city street

within the shrink wrap of confusion an abandoned city street struggles to realize what it's doing there

flickering neon letters on a motel sign repeatedly meditate on the problem.

it can still see how the ants seem to stagger as the setting sun traps their shadows

while below canal they brought the world into being by saying the names of things that sat alone in the dark

a sooty subway station with a bare bulb burning out a novena to encircling moths

2 am

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rusty string

the roots, the leaves