Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap

City Park’s  Grass  Acclimates to foot-traffic,  Folds Like two parallels, never to meet.  Trophy fabric  Succumbs to the wind And smacks its clamp Against the metal flag-pole.  Clouds become Objects Familiar to imperial culture.  “I see a bear!” “I see a bull!”  Inside a shadow. Is it human?  Light pollution  Mired in smoke plumes  CurlsContinue reading “Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap”

Naming the Many

If naming the source solidified authenticity then it would be so, but anyone stepping out of their vehicle, loose leaf receipt stuck to the heel of their shoe, could’ve done it, continued walking, impervious to the receipts removal, as it anchored for a split second before being carried off by natural winds. From there itContinue reading “Naming the Many”