Lines West: Our Little City
Our Little City
Is just large enough to
birth a few one-way streets.
4th won’t go north nor 5th, south.
Ute heads west to Utah, and Pitkin,
well, Pitkin east to Pittsburg if you let it.
In between these
cross-stitched seams, the usual
tapestry of love and hate, joy and fear,
crime and industry. In the center, Whitman park,
lilacs and giant elms, old men with brown paper bags
and vacant eyes, all heading one way, everyone else, another.
— Frank H. Coons, 2013