Across this smiling distance,
the fog relaxes. Meanwhile,
elaborate vocabularies erupt
from hidden pockets of green.
There’s these systems, y’see,
big ones and bigger ones,
interlocking tendrils and all.
Sometimes, we stumble into them
only to find our prices have fallen,
a blurry rage rising to occupy space.
Other times, we race surreptitiously away,
back to the suburbs and their inordinate peace.
-r. miller
Other Times
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