fineview, pittsburgh
city steps climbing
through scruffy hillside ledges
a broken concrete slice
exposes pebbles
internal smoothness
wild shrubs mask a groundhog hole
hickory buds from a newspaper-draped compost heap
a beer can peeks out from a plastic bag
eyes closed stupor
contorting
all-consuming
imprint malaise
splintered green glass
scattered to the gutter
lost forever to the recycle bins
wandering
over washed down hillsides
displaced wholeness
without form
homeless
broken bits misplaced passion
awakening
and finding itself alone
on a slippery cobbled street
an ancient jagged bottle of tiger rose
not yet empty
keeps a watch
--- e b bortz
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