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Andrew Rader Hanson
The Warehouses Manufacture Thirst—
A busted, long-rusted parking meter
battens on the wet Oregon air
and to the south where the feathered
eucalyptus snags the beach
like the chiseled rainbow that once exiled
the Chumash to the Channel islands,
as the cities calcified to dry bone, surveilled
to sheer nakedness, the warehouses manufacture thirst—
City Song
Pigeons limp into the park
sired by the city
& its thick smogs
unwind slowly
at the foot of rose bushes
that rise in green gyres
bend at the stems
as they bear
their red-flecked
dreams of death.
Andrew Rader Hanson lives in South Florida and, in his free time, takes photos, hikes, lifts weights, and reads history and philosophy. His work has been accepted by Clackamas Literary Review, Midway Journal, Spectrum Literary Journal, and more. He was also selected as a finalist for the Key West Literary Seminar’s Scotti Merril Poetry Award. Follow him on Twitter @drewdles305, where he talks shop and posts some of his photos.
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