Stefanie Bennett- A Poem

YOU CAN’T SEE THE SKY FOR CONCRETE  

 

At times like these, I wish

The great slab of blue,

Horses’ manes in the wind

Descend their science

To landscape

And sculpture

A space for living...

 

The pigeon squats

By monuments

 

   - At times like these.

 

I pack my luggage for

Something to do

 

    - At times like these.

 

Drink un-afforded White-

Horse spirits, imagine

Mayanism

In all denim

Swishing by...

 

    - At times like

                        These times...