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Undercurrent

The wheelbarrows distribute
down the boulevards,
into the neighborhoods,
their shaded nooks
and pocket gardens,
upside-down in the beds
of pickup trucks.

At dawn the workmen’s
heavy hairy arms
fall slack and plastic
cups wilt in the gutters.

The banana leaves are huge,
hugely erotic,
the city surrenders.
Posted 05/19/10
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