PoEtrY

Observers

 

I wander the city at night, 

The haze of summer permeating everything.

Lined up like soldiers, eucalypts parade next to me—

Their twisted boughs pointing gnarled fingers at the inky sky.

Grey slabs of concrete contort their eons-old map into a conformed grid;

I smoke on the bench, the pewter buildings staunchly overlooking.