COMPOSED UPON COLFAX AVENUE, NOVEMBER 1ST, 2015

To William Wordsworth

sick denver sleeps and dreams of sleeping more,
the long cathedral halls all trashed and bruised:
the afterglow of an angelic whore;
do not mistake this truth for unenthused;
in the flashlight glow of evening’s death
i feel my heart expand like lungs instead,
this heart of mine returning blood red breath
into the opened chambers of my head;
and so the city welcoming the sky,
and so the wind that prophesizes snow,
the vast exhale of fog that lingers high,
the statues wait to breathe in down below.

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Read “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802” by William Wordsworth

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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