Amoeba – poem

water run broken by walls and falls;
twin springs, splitting into lower Sager
the inner core of an amebic entity

Historic, uphill, downhill
waves of asphalt and green space
families play, ducks delay

bridges bridge
steps, they climb
A bike goes by.

The shell of this:
gritty–a mealy mouth of
CO2, trucks spitting diesel fumes
asphalt and gravel; casino lights,

Beckon neon
of fast food joints.
don’t so much hide the killers.
But gloss them, wax ’em up
real good.

Make it easier going down.



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