Urban Coinage

urban coinage

the dime sized pocks and ruts of the rain soaked alley asphalt glisten like a million dirty stars momentary cleansed by the evening’s deluge. They are the jewels, the coinage of my urban truck patch, facets illuminated under somber city lamps all but bereft of the faintest measure of lumens left to alight.  Yet they shine… oh my how they shine

Austin F. Bader

Copyright 2011

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