Amanda Kunz

by Amanda Kunz
 
Black asphalt or brick lain streets
The Bayer sign erratic in the distance
Baseball fans from the Park
Groan
In disbelief of another thrashing
 
Running along the banks of The Point
The account of battles past bleed in the soil
Above, children bathe in the fountain
Their parents
Surveying
The joyous soggy faces
 
Aged city sidewalks carry the journeys
Of busy people on their own itineraries
The urban decay of this town
Corrodes no one