street corners

enveloped in

exhaust fumes

slate-like formations

wait for light

to change

her carbon dress

his face of ashes

crushed within

this granite body

we eat grey food

pulling empty

air thru narrow

passageway to

ink stain train


along blurred

landscape of city

inside myself

searching a


1 clear line

of perspective

which distinguishes

buildings from

streets & points

to where

the synthetic

sky ends

Joan McNerney