Downtown Mission
Grand Hope Flower
CA Hospital over
a century of healing
Construction din
all of downtown one
enormous construction
site with all its might
peeling into daylight
Executive traffic thinks
it’s funny, whizzes as
acorns drop onto
windshields and hoods
of the angle parked cars.
Drivers jostle, spar
in their car for the
pathetic number of
any available space
at any random regal ecstaseegle.
Pedestrians in their
weekday finery
amble, rush, with
crushed purpose and
parade in their charade
at exactifying tie tying
for the next meeting
conference justice lunch
sentencing
rendezvous park bench to
quench the bottomless
thirst which bursts from
the lungs of the withered
and the young.
Tuesday, oughta be
booze day for the
leprechauns who
realized they were fully
exposed not in the
shadowless shadows of
spirits and meadows.
But dodging every leaf
whether plated or
solid lab grown or
natural rough hewn
from the stalactites
glistening in pitch
blackness.
Does the perpetual
solid black know
what brilliant colors
adorn their rank cracks?
Ruby, peridot,
aventurine, sapphire
chrysoprase, agate galore,
yet more upon more
in scintillating splendor
the microcrystalline
jaspers, beryl in emerald,
diamonds formed within
gas bubbles inside
magma and only forced
to the crust via
volcanic explosions,
taking their toll, paying none.
That murdefying sun
all he has done
can’t defend subtracting
the particles waves
radioactive haze.
Bombarding every
carbonic harmonic
existence. Pre-existing
conditions their only
mission.
Copyright © Joe Brazeau | Year Posted 2023
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