"Winter Deletion Pastoral"


The Blade Runner neighborhood
dark tonight
              with no views
of the moon on someone’s
invading laptop,

              indigo chain errors
of dusk populated
              with ticking
of a storefront’s
garbage sack

and footsteps that only murmur,

people tapping, heads down
in cyber versions
              of happiness,

trees that are brown and wrong,
rain that is warm
and wrong,
a man outside his pigeon tenement
cursing at something—
              a dropped cigarette?
              a phone virus?
              another passerby in need
              of a broken violet?
showing how,

by simply holding one,
a bottle of plastic water
can bruise.


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poetryBarzakh Mag