Organized neatly between the divisive particles of air near the old scratched moss of some ending season 5 grey beneath green as anxious among concrete park benches it spreads, the air, blue in imitation of the sloshing fountain water, the water 10 not an expression of thought but rather in its deepening stance a mirror for angry clouds cherry-red with the long brittle atoms 15 of a slashing sun, a few rough trees deport their skinny limbs into the jealous sky, naked to speak to us with their 20 completely unhinging buds
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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