One of the worst streets
is the loomy one where
on the one side, desire
on the other, revulsion
for the very same thing,
for things like, for example,
change and (don't say it) love.
It drops you dry
into monochrome
drags you face down
to the bitumen to be
ploughed over by trucks
and laughing groups
of people on bicycles.
But if you look up and
look down the road you can
see in the sun (or at least
in theory) perspective
drawing the two
repellent sides
together.
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