City Unborn

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City Unborn

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Out

on the sidewalk fringe

gulls converse in hostile tones.

 

Church doors open,

taking in all who care

to milk their withered souls.

 

Construction in the distance.

Towels hanging from clotheslines.

 

A dead pigeon lies

crushed on the road,

 

ignored

like the blazing buttercups

and love.

 

© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Ariel Chart” October 2018

https://arielchart.blogspot.com/2018/10/city-unborn.html

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