Urban Renewal

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Never get used to the morning slow prayers of palm
leaves, the feisty light caressing the cubed
halls on the hills in the Chora, the mewling psalms
of homeless cats, the surf roiling its evaporating tubes;
salute the snails climbing in clusters like Salgado’s miners
up the stalk of a weed, since what you grieve is not
the sublime change of seasons, but the minor
hurts you caused in loving too many women. That hot
orb dazzles the heart to a spectacle but you’ve one more
chance to focus like the Greek sparrow balanced
on the precipice of a roof, nest matter in his mouth
looking for a moment to the shore, then like a lance
taking flight to build a home. Never get used to
yucca leaves lifting like a chorus of arms,
the garnishing blue of the Aegean Sea splitting
your eyes into a million sparkling charms.
The Sweet Hurried Trip Under an Overcast Sky
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