Urban Triptych


A yellow canoe
against the red brick wall
early morning
upon a quiet lake


By the side of the highway
where kids with knapsacks thumb rides to God-knows-where,
only bottled water(unopened), a ripe banana(intact),
and a container with green grapes(washed)


The heady scent of sweet lilacs
cannot dispel the image, mask the sound
of a crows harsh beak devouring
a black fledgling
and its cries

JC Sulzenko

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