Route 259

Dark walls,
stained by
passing cars,
lined up and
sold off.

Dark lake,
slicked with
oil and poison,
abandoned in
last green.

Songs echo
from the park
to the street,
shadows
of life.

Dark walls,
dark lake –
smothered by
city’s desperate
struggle.

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