home   |   info   |   moment   |   archive   |   print [ verse ] 04.26.04 Buildup by Woody Evans Does a city grow slowly, accreting, like coral into reef? Or is it sudden - the red burst of knee on asphalt, motorbike crash? Tonight it is breathy, all exhaust, suffering me such questions. A cool mist comes, now, on the noise.    Thoughts?  Tell us.
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