So
Well You Take It
This tangle swings open, about,
rusting screen door slamming
in causeway bravery breeze,
the meeting across rickety
pizza shop tables in broken
tumbling slot-blind, the still
life snapshot I take of
rolling hillside slopes,
how they remind of bittered
white branch sawed, hanging
in half-steps, up to bright
suburban siding, up to darker
alleyways stirring in the limelight,
and back criss-crossing the
Interstate Highways.
Your Midwest accents keep a
flame, stain smoke on the billboard
backings, between city spires.
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