New York Skyline

Forest of glass stumps. (He was an epiphyte.)

An over-crowded graveyard. (Any damn stone will serve.)

Scraping not sky but smog. (His dust taking root in a million lungs.)

Strange the sights we have learned to consider inspiring.

Dave Bonta

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(He was an .)
(Any damn stone will .)
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