Nopo

North of poetry
There is a little encampment
Demarcated by two roads and a stream
Never to be a true settlement
That is, until the river dries up
Or the streets become profitable again
Those storefronts longing for traffic
The floorboards caked with misshapen consonants
Once soft, now turned to crust
Mostly Greek
With some Chinese making their presence known
Lots of Omega this and Tao that
Perhaps there are even some English letters among them
One would never know just by looking or listening --
Anyway, the gays have really revitalized the neighborhood
What with their tapestries and wares and all
But the rent will soon escalate
Past the point of reason for anyone looking to raise children
Except those with means
And then you just hope the water never recedes;
Down by the river, there are one-legged animals and half baked delights
Just waiting to be consumed
But any critic in the area will tell you
They are incomplete pieces of an incomplete whole
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2.24.12