mrgiles

Poems.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

metrocable ride




new plastic
ghosts over almost

balanced homes hushed
in hung space –

a transport solution.
dirtfaced kids run

 the streets brightly. escaped
accordion makes 

sense below. these
epiphenomena pass

sharp grey monoliths 
well-read emanations

among the muted
comunas. mobile

conversations envelop
this silence.

it’s like that here
on the cable. swing

back on its closed
loop. catch your

breath. work
changes for good.

Medellin.

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