7th and C

7th and C

Hurry let me slide
out of the doorway
onto the street
although the threshold
is ancient
so flat that inside
and outside
are the same

Sharp sharp lines
of the night shot
in a hole
hurry hurry must breathe
again must make whole
again

Darkness dusts
my shoulder
a crow’s wing
and the pigeon’s breath

Hide in the shadows
that run crevassed
against the light
the crumbled ruins
of industry
shouldering rock
that once housed
hardtoiling and earnest
ancestors

While we toil
into memory
the idea
that we can escape
through the white light
up and up
darkness surrounds us
blankets the memories
disassembles our sight
The burnt out corner
of a lifetime spent
searching