Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

On Kansas Avenue
most buildings stand vacant;
their disuse is not unusual.
Time is cheaper than the wrecking ball
and so they slouch along the skyline, still:
the landfill of opportunity.

Unfazed on the curbside, I go on
drinking bum wine like I have something to celebrate.
No Western Meadowlark sings for me,
but some Thunderbird might know my personal state song.

— Timothy Volpert


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