Another day in the Avenues
A mound of shit sits underneath
a Jacaranda tree with crimson blooms
That flame red beneath the setting sun
The mound of shit sits softly, sprawled
on the hard, stony ground
while a cloud of big, glistening flies hover over it
here and there, taking a quick lick
to the patter of feet, going to and fro. there, the
mound of shit sits at the intersection of sixthÂ
and central avenue as the sun slowly explodes red
into its solitary confinement behind the horizon
blocked by city buildings. soon, another day
in the Avenues goes dark. and the shit stinks.
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