Urban Nectar

Statues of former kings

Weep concrete tears

A puddle forms, a pool of nothingness

in which a stone is cast, the ripples

are grand, spellbinding ringlets

challenge the senses. I don't know

what anything is anymore. Someone

please help me to understand, my being

demolished, a drop of burgundy in the

concrete, the cracks in the sidewalk

drink it up like nectar from the gods.