The Penitent City

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All the hoping and praying

all this city

ever did was


like a tot to a tit

trying to squeeze milk, milk

and more milk

from her blemished breast.

The harbors’ mother

tarnished to reptilian green

slowly bows to the burden

shows her chameleon skin

and crawls slow

into deeper waters

leaving her pedestal, cloak

and pointed coronet.

2 thoughts on “The Penitent City”

  1. I see a wolf… a twin… a New York of yore… I see rebirth… less imperialistic… more chaotic… I smell finer coffee… in smaller cups…

    I vaticinate her pelagic return… I imagine her climbing, standing there, arms folded… like Rosie… proud of our twinless town.

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