Returning to Paragon, St. Stephens By Julie Corbett

The harvest of sniper seeds Loaded to crevice and gutter Lesser yellowed urban bouquets Chlorophyll stems Renewing old lines and visions Seasonal planning of the green space Many striations and stipples Along work-a-day terraced walls Nesting shoulders and gossip Tireless rebounding of balls Nicotine, tarred not now smoking Brick still familiar caressed and preserved Interchange the place of destination Garlanded by a less sympathetic past Commercial flowers, scented by coffee Looking out to our Remembrances Uncertain still with board and lights Announcing places we might journey

Copyright © Julie Corbett 2009

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