A Walk Back to Her Place

Pertinent mud soured striving –
A walk through dusk colored polyester
breeze winding in every direction, somehow
solid and strong. No falsehoods flow
in the procession of speech as light
through the rambling streets,
the real through the abstraction.
She vaults over the cracks in the crackling
concrete like a trolley jumper transfixed
on the red distances. Her truth
is a fluttering flume interposed among
the bricks and bungling smokestacks
I reproduce emptiness deft and alert
grinning subversion, avert all corpse logic,
offering not flowers but bombs
embedded in everything tangible,
and a bottle half-drained begins
to convey to us our confluence.

-r. miller


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