When is a poet like a city? When the bus is ten minutes late inexplicable steam from beneath the street strangers speak lights gleam the orange vests place an orange cone the orange vests share a sandwich music comes in your windows a hydrant leaks each crow and some rats the bridge a modern marvel these powerlines connecting language after language a child drags a leash fruit rot on the corner green breaks through the concrete it whirs like a stream
When is a poet like a city?
When is a poet like a city?
When is a poet like a city?
When is a poet like a city? When the bus is ten minutes late inexplicable steam from beneath the street strangers speak lights gleam the orange vests place an orange cone the orange vests share a sandwich music comes in your windows a hydrant leaks each crow and some rats the bridge a modern marvel these powerlines connecting language after language a child drags a leash fruit rot on the corner green breaks through the concrete it whirs like a stream