Synaesthesia Magazine Cities | Page 78

a hearse

Kafka-cockroach

crawling left in front of me

yellow sedan

whooshing towards –

small, urgent sun

a curled

dead squirrel

swift errand clipped

a compact,

purple as violets

swimming in slanted rays

cop car

screeching

all lanes

bright red Cadillac

roof

rolled down

On

the

to

Way

Poetry