Granville, Ohio #3

Smells of food -- burgers? and my stomach growls.
Streetlights, black with white crowns,
dusty white debris.
Deeply breathing, mildew smell,
slightly acrid, sour under current.
If the air was water, I would not drink it.

Machine sound beside me, motor beyond,
and the ants scamper but turn to avoid my feet.
Sweat bees hover
and circles of brick are everywhere.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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