Obscured
Down distance streets distant days obscured
Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal
Rusted eons have fallen machines dead
In their stance flies flicker and dance strange
Streets stretching off into complex patterns a city
Grid of a dead metropolis alternate realms
Realities a different shade of blue a red deeper
Like blood or a shade of rose a blue the sky clear
Ice on stretching seams leading away into
Unknown distances along strange streets,
Different highways or detonated boulevards the
Tanks roll or the boots match watching the rockets
Fly to war in the distance down different avenues
…of the world within worlds and without!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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