City of Greyscale

WetBridge

The bridge is a magic eye painting

striations cut the landscape

squeeze your eyes and be transported

steel rains in, between buildings

tilt your head into another dimension.

All metal, all sky

they slice eachother down the street

wet pavement shines

a cold reflection

cut with light

horizontal majesty

the rainbow is an oil slick

graffiti on the railing.

A group of teens disembark

leprechauns, all

living in the city of Greyscale.

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