The Moya View
Making Lemonade StreetThey are bulldozing the forest in front of the forest when we stop.Mockingbirds, bottle flies— explode once.Tulip poplars in late greening splinter, scatter around the cut-out pond.A worm of gravel shadows the creek.Workers in concrete dust,SPF walls rising.The wheeling mockingbirds break north leaving leftover trees to flies, the pond to frogs.“Lemonade Street “ the new green street signover poured concrete.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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I always find the juxtaposition of personal to the undeniably Real that is so much you an experience I’m glad to feel
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