Downtown
It collected the downtown dust
or should I say petro-dust..
A cottonwood misplaced there
in concrete and pavement..
The tree fronted a house
whose elegance in faded past
was boarded and fenced in black:
an urban scene of doubtful attraction..
But then a simultaneous viewing
awareness and dusty details
awakening a mind polish
and a dissolving of layered
accumulations..
Let me learn here
that there is no thing
regardless of surface dust
which does not shine
in seeing revolution...
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