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City Park
The park empties inside a nightgown of dusk. They have talked yet only now are they speaking through a rhythmic articulation of the unsaid. She a trembling levee through which a river seeks a sea, he a plow in the hands of dark angels. There are groves of trees, shadows in hiding, places buried deep into the crux of earth-ripe passions. There they peel the layers, conceal and reveal, utter body prayers, swear to retain and preserve every demanding ounce of themselves as one being. The park glides into a dreaming starlight, they leave, holding a tenderness like a frail child between them. A garish daylight glares, reshapes the park, with a stark and angular graphite. Walls and barriers are duct taped together, the sky patched and reeling, hideaways questioned and scuff-marked by a tramping tread. The city reclaims its grout and mortar crouches above a grey and concrete claw. Crumbs of an ill-defined regret are left out for the sparrows.
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