a fugue of streetlamps and no streets
colonies of trailers
low density in spades
sprouting into rowhouses
hello Philly
They are empty frames of iron,
windows, pawlonia, potential
but it is stull industry
drums and silos and barbed wire
danger to soft hands like mine.
it's hospitals next, colder than abandonment
a city of sickbeds
Rowhowses, like dusty moths
dance beneath the weak light of the streetlamps
wedding cake high school with art deco lingerings
the other side of the train car
gets to see the spectacle of architecture
they put on postcards.
I see the river and the casual draped loops of boulevards