detroit summer: a poem

as the fall settles in and the temperature drops, i came across this poem i started about detroit in the summer and it gave me a nice memory. its an offering for you:

crickets storm the city
thousands strong
singing
raccoons creep through the brush
feasting
night comes with warm wind
dark starlessness
lit by cop cars
and silent cigarettes

music seeps from car windows
slow now, see these rims
they would sparkle in street lights
but the copper is too precious
a metal
use your imagination

what was abandoned in the snow
now bursts with green
waist high and reaching
squatting and pacing
the grown hearth

and we all coast
between fans, breeze,
cool rooms and cold showers
dressed down to the flesh

maybe we got nothing
but our dignity
our beauty
and this flatland
where up is the only direction

maybe we have secrets
how we survive such a glory
as giving up every single thing
but our smiles

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