a walk through any city in america

what you see is what you get.

in an empty street:

 

a ravaged cat giving birth to the future

 

a young man whispering songs of no one

 

a coat with one button

 

an eagle with air between its talons

 

a teenage girl in the gutter

 

an old man feeding a snake

 

moss on a manhole

 

piss on the pavement

 

a dead bull

 

you and i and

every poet who has ever written of the moon.

 

open your eyes.

they'll never find us here.

Author's Note

Abstract, once again.

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[Kenneth The Poet]

Sweet abstraction, how I love thee.