Poem: Always

 

Always

 

a static of engines

tramples the air,

grumbles of cubisms near condos.

 

endless at noon, violent at 3am,

never to die, always fail--

fail to exile the oxide

of the asphalt constrictor.

 

in sloughs of smog,

above a parched half acre,

flaxen of weedy field,

a single kestrel 

dodges clockwork fangs

to evade intestines of cement

bloated on oily cars.  

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11/29/23  ... lots more mods 

4/9 ... cosmetic mods

4/8 ... cosmetic mods

4/7 more mods to end of poem ... 

4/6 ... more mods ...lots of mods to the last few stanzas... three separate edits today

"sloughs of smog" replaces "smoggy sloughs"