Destructive Anachronism

there’s an elegiac beauty, a glimmering stillness to ‪#‎Rockford‬ streets lit at this hour by neon glinting on brushed-glass january pavement.

A smallness written on street signs,

A silence spelled out on seventh street drugs,

Some coke here, some dope there,

But yet behind it a music ripples —

Some Sinnissippi, a twist of the Coronado.

I will walk along the Rock River

And I will follow the path to Loves Park,

And I will sit on a bench,

And I will drink in the grass,

And I will read my Pynchon,

And yes, I will celebrate all that is life.

~ by Benji on February 1, 2016.

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