Song for F. Scott (28/05/16)

Walking through the bakelite city of dreams
In Borghese Gardens weather
I smell the concrete and melting plastic
Sunshine steeped chlorophyll and melanin
Cornflowers and peonies and scalded asphalt
Taste the vapours as they furtively try to purify themselves
Sloshing back and forth in what we City Dwellers call a breeze:
Seeking absolution for the Sins of Others
The sins of the City Dwellers
Our Sins.

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