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”
