Always
staticky engines
trample the air,
a grumble of cubisms near condos.
endless at noon, vrooms at 3am,
never to die, always fail--
fail to exit the oxide
of the asphalt constrictor.
amid sloughs of smog,
above a single flaxen, weedy, parched half acre,
a single kestrel
thwarts miles of clockwork fangs
and intestines of cement,
safe from the Serpentine moat
of oily cars.
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9/27/25 .. nightmarish edit orgy
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"
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