She said what I saw –
the streets of Baltimore
sparkle under streetlight
something broken
and rolled into the pavement
sparkles so brilliantly
in the dark
and makes us mind our feet
passing over a field of stars
careful not to tread
on the brighter bits.
Promises lay in layers
obvious welts where
each winter puckers
the lengthy blackness
that scratches itchy chunks
from its twinkling hide
to be filled and patched
by the careful keepers
of promises, of pavement.
She saw what I said –
that something brokensparkles so brilliantly
in the dark.
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