what i know about
baltimore
is that it’s hard to know
baltimore
it’s like mercury spilled -
wheelies that last
for blocks
uphill
in twilight,
trap music synthetic
hi hat hits
out car windows,
a hawk hauls
away a large snake
in its talons
in a city park,
open the door to see
a butterfly hover
in the breeze
after just thinking
of a butterfly,
how can i know
anything
about a city
that shifts like a
shadow bending
at mid day and
then disappearing?
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