Thursday, October 5, 2017

A Portland Street in Pittsburgh

on the fringe of Pittsburgh
in a peaceful space
some adult's childhood
leaves yard toys artfully lain
upon golden pine needles unswept
among rows of smoked brick homes
from a brittle steel time 
distant like a train whistle blowing
from baron to gentry wind 
in an urban flower growth
through a crack in barren land
slipping bankrupted through our hands
but on a Portland Street 
there is one and only one  
crafting art and musica
into a living landscape painting
on board a bed of floating air
swinging from a front yard tree
necessarily retooled for infinity

October 4, 2017

2 comments:

  1. ����������LOVE it!
    I see we are of like mind!

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  2. 🙃🤔🙃☺️💐❤️I Love it! I see we are of like mind!

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