Seamless Miles

It’s much later than we think.
The suburbs, melting into obsolescence,
understand more truthfully.

We’re not prone to admitting much
beyond ordinary defeat.
Sucked back into the chasm,
a mild light resigns.

We leech sweetness
from our thoughtfully weakened spines,
putting on airs and melancholy smiles
as the seamless miles of development
swiftly begin encroaching.

It’s much later than we think.
Carnivorous stars, approaching…

-r. miller