Crosswalk Grammar — The City That Speaks in Texture

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✶ 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.