Tuesday, October 14, 2014

COUNTERPOISE—

Don't look up now
runner—your good old 
familiar 

marquee is all
of a
suddenly missing—as 

erstwhile bold
whole 
streetsides full 

of gold-
dappled umbrellas
clap shut 

or else—slap 
so wet and tempestuously upwards.
Although—don't

you dare regard 
down below either—where spitupon roads 
hiss to hear the tires

and the waffle-
iron soles 
of so many other hale hikers'

formerly so 
uninhibited vehicles—
now weakly

dribbling 
away 
their ambitions.

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