the city is shit
dressed as a wintered rose,
but beneath its costumed coat
we can see the bones showing
like bleached, unstrung rocks
that could never have carried it –
and one would bury it in dust and ash
save for that one naked willow
that bends with the wind
in just the right way to make you cry

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