My Patchwork Streets are Beautiful

March 10, 2017 § Leave a comment

The wear and tear,
the quick repairs,
the heaving roots,
the shifting underlayers.

Like paint over graffiti
over paint
over the scribbled marks of a surveyor
whose children
ponder his last pair of steel-toed boots,

the patches are stories
and the stories are uneven patches,
cracks, and potholes that ask us
not to stop, but pause, and

see their graceful asymmetry,
read their faerie calligraphy,
before we lose them forever
under freshly spread concrete.

Photo by Penina S Finger

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