WHEN

Traffic is stopped
Blood pours from the red of the street light
No green light to reach out to

The street rises
Under the car
Cracking open
Its asphalt mouth
The broken white lines
Teeth
Gnaw in the deep dark
Undertow

A guttural rhapsody
Rises through the sewers
A spirit from the sewage
A Siren of the city

She takes transit to the country
Transpierces the roots of a tree
Dresses herself in its
Bark
A scruffy paperback princess

Whose crisp colourless leaves
Undangle themselves
Zigzagging with the wind
In a gentle descent
Resting on terra firma

Leaving her
A charcoal sketch
Branching outward

In the dormant
Silent

Chill

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