A colorful display of poverty
congeals in the city I remember, surprisingly oblivious
where a fickle sort of beauty dangles like a cord
and key in tightened throats of meager folk.
Starved, they barely persevere as cold, virulent
streets entangle altogether up
one violet skyway decked in iridescent streaks
with golden contrails bled across a
It is glorious for a second as the passive tides
of a dying evening blackens every concrete angle,
sharp and precisely measured up
along those soaring heights of old and newly risen ...