Street Corners by Joan McNerney



Street Corners


Enveloped in exhaust fumes

slate-like formations

wait for light to change

her carbon dress

his face of ashes.


Crushed within this granite body

we eat grey food pulling empty

air thru narrow passageway to

ink stain train smudged

along blurred landscape of city.


Inside myself searching a designer

one clear line of perspective

which distinguishes buildings

from streets & points to where

the synthetic sky ends.