Hysterious Blossoms
Wind scuttles foam cups down the streets
Fluttering coat shouldered ghosts
Stepping quick, not shopping. Stopping
Only before paint shrouded doors.
No voices echo city canyons
Of multicolored grays smudged,
Brushed by eyes of artists
Eating death with ketchup sandwiches.
Knocking. Peepholes.
Air on staircases, stepping
Down
........down
............. ...down
To breathe in watered basement walls.
Where are the caution words on
Pesticides?
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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