Yellow dust, a patina of pollen
covering the cars below the ancient oak
planted long before the city grew,
the alley was cut
between the tenements
a shower of canary, of amber, of gold
shades of color falling onto the metallic
artificial colors of Detroit
a skim of yellow
a bit of nature obscuring
the lines of the cars below
April 25, 2008
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