Detroit

A poem about Detroit

Detroit
Dequindre Cut in Detroit, in the past a Grand Trunk Western Railroad line

One and one
Sometimes two, sometimes nothing
Often much, much more

Picnic Way to East Grand
Narrow, wide, then narrow
Confusing, clear, absent

Green lights
Amulets
And near permanent scars of trauma

Boundless as the night sky
Shackled as the gambler at Greektown
Fear, hope, and hope again

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