City Unborn


City Unborn




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,



like the blazing buttercups

and love.


© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Ariel Chart” October 2018



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