State of the Union

State of the Union

White-tailed deer, and bears
How many are out there
On shoulders of highways
Shredded to pieces by cars

Dead birds litter boulevards

Rich folks are leaving the city
in droves
Abandoning furniture,
hardly-worn clothes
The thrift shops are full

As far as I can tell
The bakeries are doing well

Seeds sprinkle still
From hardened, grey flowers
And grow, or may

A jacket discolored from acid rain

A trio plays
Cards in the park
On a box

Their green glass and clear
Plastic bottle filled carts
Encircle them like camels

As we stand on the grass
And wait, and watch
the Space Station pass

As wires twitch and pipes
Leak gas
The buildings are time bombs

The continent, too

Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached at and on twitter @elliot_sperber