Beyond the city limit signs
And straight lines
delineating where
people ought to walk
cars to drive
power to flow
shop windows

The road stretches forward
Becoming an undulation
Against the desert
Snaking through scrub brush
And then slowly up
Until you can turn around
And look across the violet, grey, sienna, blue, sage

Back to Neon Babylon
Whose splendor is wholly erased
By the light, expanse, colours, textures, crevices
So that you wished
You could sweep it aside
To see the picture clearly

By Bronwyn

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