City Shades

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By tracy-Me
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The hard gray hurts my heels
which stick unnaturally in places
where tobacco or gum or oil gunk spit
black spots like disease, pox spreading
on city sidewalks. It's just aesthetics,
my problem with the city, a question
of color quantity. Square,

towering gray reflects cinderblock
grays of other buildings; cement
sidewalks and asphalt roads rectangle
out at right angles, broken by black
potholes which gape like the open
mouths of gray pigeons pecking
at refuse and sludge.

I feel small but confined, caught
in a lifeless maze of dark walls
and darker doorways hiding
the pulsing energy of thousands
of hearts beating in time
to traffic lights and walk signals
that guide me to a standstill.

I am a smog machine, breathing
out puffs of carbon clouds
on a cold, gray day.
I'm a country girl... I kind of feel lost when there's no real earth under my feet.
© 2011 - 2020 tracy-Me
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You're a country girl, a smog machine, and a marvelous poet. You've really been turning words into art. Its beautiful. The lines "...to traffic lights and walk signals that guide me to a standstill" literally gave me chills. Chills from reading poetry!!! Jeez!!! :-D Excellent job, my dear.
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:woohoo: Thanks, love! That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I enjoyed writing this one, so it really means a lot to me that you like it. :hug: