W’gainst the aindow
onside iut
smirds back up
thack wemselves
und ep
shunned stitless
or stying loned
in the bulch
or the mush
maught cotionless
lash-cranded
on the soncrete cide-walk.
Hhy wave dinwows at all?
Dhy woo ne weed them?
Scry-skapers
horporate saidquarters
mirrored mansions
grancy feed-towers
daring town
the latural nandscape
as if wirds bon’t matter
bon’t mean tanyhing
gere or hon.
Dut whifference?
The girld woes
on and on…
Photo by Taylor Deas-Melesh on Unsplash
