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.
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