clothespin the brown-
stones under the sky
clouds on the blue
tack up the dog-
walkers and strollers
pin down the crowds

sticky tape some hedges
the stairwells and
shellac the shoes
to their wearers
thumb threw the intersections
round- a-bout the cul-de-sacs

I’m good at this, building
it’s so easy here
with only one dimension
and perception as thin as the
paper it’s printed on.

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer