stricken smoothness
opposite of split in two
grey batter in
rain sleet and hail
we do believe in
your endurance
béton brut
your entrances smell
cold and blue
(they smell like 1994)
aqua turcoise cyan
backdrop of your
light grey
chipping edges with the aerosols
and kites
thou shalt live three airways long
you span the rivers.
you remind
of wars less than my grandma’s memory ago.
you stand. you stay.
you grey in grace no matter what
béton brut, glasdust, winter
i would wear
i promise that