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  City Trees

Mark Cunningham
 

 


Glare turns off and plate glass goes transparent to the escalators.  A garden forms at your feet, sprays of shadow clot the sidewalk, gusts and thunder hurry you away.

T-shirt a pale smear the diver rises toward, pulse pounding.  When you break through and light the bedside cigarette, you see the stains swirling your fingertips.  Each time, they're harder to scrub clean.

 

 

 

 

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Mark Cunningham lives near Charlottesville, VA, and takes frequent day-trips to
the museums and bookstores in Washington, DC.  Poems have
appeared in Paragraph and Rhino, among others; a larger selection,
of poems on parts of the body, is on the Mudlark website.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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