cobblestone
washington d.c. , spring 2004
as dogwoods shed,
but still sway without their leaves we musn`t. .
frown on the bumps & downs of the nostalgic reproductions
the ultimate metaphor:
for tourists, the mirages condone
the high heels & souvenirs that avoid collages of stone
vendors stand & shout,
try to sell staffs the baddest news
as misshapen bricks mark the once well-traveled avenues
from the south it came;
where the summers are swelting hot
both the streets & the people come from wonderful melting pots
grey & protruding;
a city that breeds & brews vacations. .
to gasp at unearthed rock on paths that lead to Union Station
they were glorious;
we`ve evolved amidst the ends we meet. .
heritage is dumped within a second for business-friendly streets
this is rambling, they say;
in words & through song the struggle sees. .
through my clouded glasses that search for nuances` subtleties
to the monuments, they flock;
there, it happened in flags & grew
`presentable` rules: head in hands on a curb of Madison Avenue
ultimate irony.
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