Full Force Fear

I laid bare

plaid patterns in full force

feathered like a summer snow

reaching beyond the 

ball bearings

bringing about a time honored trait

sweat and furrowed brow

urban blight

giving rise to

urban flight

it registers 

light and forlorn

swigging down whiskey

in place of wine

brandy is brought to

mark the gap between

two bridges of light

bearing cables to rage

galloping through

smoke and whispers

a sky uncovers the 

dust baked into the 

asphalt a thick acrid smell

unlike dust from rain on the east coast

where the rain is more frequent

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