Crosswalk Grammar — The City That Speaks in Texture
Stomari • A Speculative Poem Cycle • Process & Drafts
✶ Crosswalk Grammar
The intersection holds
its breath in bright air.
Cars line up
like thoughts waiting their turn,
engines humming
a low continuous vowel.
People gather at the curb
with open hands,
with sleeves pushed back,
with palms turned upward
to whatever the city offers.
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