one wide street runs in a marble city
beneath some layers of crossing paths:
lofted boulevards, casting shadows
of a permanent demeanor on the road.
early morning is crisp and still.
this chiseled channel, cut into place
by urgent human rivers long since dry
speaks dark and lonesome things
to the dusty traveler crossing through.
now and then a glimpse, a brief mirage
of some slim motion, far and small--
menaces: a clinging relic
kept vital, here among such silent ruins
which busy Life abandoned long ago.
and abandons still. the dawning city
settles back into its shaded peace.
june 2013
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