Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Rotten Streets - Poem

A most foul smell erupted
from the streets,
sifting through the cracks
and the crevices
of the city's world -
valleys of blacktop, cragged
with unfathomable holes,
the stench setting into everything,
a blanket, a warm wind,
no man nor woman
escaped that night
as the night air
with malodorous curses.

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