The televangelist’s tower
glowers uptown
at the pile of cigarette butts
industry left
on an unmown lawn.
A weary train glides through
remembers stopping
at a window in the unleased skyscraper
the fresh dust of drywall
the uphill building
potential. The hum is traffic
blood cajoled
to swift and distant bypasses
so the suffering heart may be kept safe
and last.
Only hospitals grow
grass protests
through established sidewalks
signposts beg for paint
to show the way.
Featured photo courtesy of Jessica Anshutz. Find her on Twitter or Instagram @flannelkimono.