David Blair
PEACEFULNESS
In peacefulness, true. They were getting along,
just like the two Koreas. Denying each other
foodstuffs once in a while, every once in a while
moving some stuff around, shooting some stuff.
AT PARK STREET STATION
A season of beautiful raincoats
and squirrel phones,
their haircuts, skirts, and suits
always better looking,
to relationship negotiations
and other quail feathers,
dinner plates,
work stuff, couples
carry on their heavy work
the way the coyotes hold anvils,
the subway on one level,
slim streetcars up here,
walls, ceilings, tunnels
sprayed with fire repellant,
against fire, but not mud,
catacombs, a Venetian future.
Isn't it romantic,
and won't it be?
Yes, and yes.
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