Poem: Untitled 1


No-one sees 

The spider above my head 

Web woven between the fibre optic cable lines

The bats that go out each dusk

And fly around the clock tower 

The paint stains I’ve left

On the sidewalk out front

The ethereal hum

Of glowing traffic passing 

The sunset that burns 

Beyond the steel towers of the bridge 

The leaves of green

That will fade to gold

The flowers that bloom

Through the pavement cracks 

The wasp resting 

On the lip of the garbage can

The rust on the pipes

That are warm with age

Is it the ugliness

Or the beauty

In this world

That brings a tear to my eye?
©2016 James Takeo 

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