by Meredith Pitt

Knee-high chess

recreates Camelot

between neat piles

of leaf-blowers.


Fountains shower

the homeless in

one continuous

burst of jonquils.


City workers pace

with phones

attached; under

the canopy of

shitting pigeons.


Lovers swoon

on the new sweet

grass, tracing

names with

skywriters on



 written in response to exercise ten