Sidewalks Sure as Diamonds
Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Infant sprawl, the gulag apothecary,
sidewalks sure as diamonds
in the heart of a lost pharaoh’s tome.
There’s a glitch in the fire.
Badge-worn scouts of a Grouse
Possum Run.
Cross-town rivals from the pitchfork derby.
A thunderbird full of wings.
See you in the want ads:
my sacred cliff, my darling shore.
