An Appraisal Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

city bends around midday heat:
air shimmering above tarmac rivers
I trace graffiti tongues—
kanji strokes, arabesco curves, creole gloss
each flourish a diaspora of longing
footsteps sync with tramlines' hum
voices overlap—electric, urgent, borrowed
conversations stitched into neon seams
beneath skyscraper fibre-optic veins
I carry my own accent:
a push between sirens
searching for a street-light poem






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