by Suzán Jiván
Featuring stout trees
more or less interesting
popping up on streets
as cicadas sing,
"That may be a funny thing"
in summer seasons
over the city
curvy, knobby head beauties
as necessities
temporarily
riddle-solved calamities
seemingly cheesy
like mad cow disease
in tacky metallic green
filmed as elderly
modern history
teased from molten beginnings
whimsically glib
ghostly white linen
materially driven
faint equivalents...
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