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Asphalt Cancer Last night I watched the sidewalk quiver And spasm with God’s caress, And tufts of moss in concrete cracks Chameleon in their finesse. The trickle in the gutter gushed Over bricks that strove to rot - To be washed away to sewers To mud, to filth, to memories, to dust. The trees like plastic Hollywood Were cramped by raised cement, It seemed as if the guise of man Had failed to cover, to hide, to dent The transcending love of the infinite The crawling weed of the wine’s ferment. |
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