City (y)Awnings, and (fire) Escapes

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when the city is holding its breath

as much as you are exhaling

and

 

Mayo, mustard, ketchup, and hamburger

patty, brick, concrete,  and awning

 

Lettuce for the fancy young building,

iceberg, because no nutrition.

 

I could say lines and angles,

about this corner.

I could say exposed brick,

dropped silk screen, private affairs tattooed

and shown.

I could say the city is tired, haggard

from recent stretching.

 

But instead I’m just left with this:

the block is a burger.