Devin Davis

germanic root


downtown housing
flowers around
                             you;

all affordable
victorian thickets
                                  get
                                        pruned.

but, what's just
under us? this skin,
once a service station?

someone large
marked his name
with a concrete x; it
stretches, recess
                                four corners;

a priori, your pig-iron bars,
there use to be—where 15th st. sits,
unevenly between—big public plots;
got fenced, like kinder, in community.

as grass rises—
despite a weight of rocks
—up that cracked sidewalk,

our earth
                  will see
                                the color gr . . .