Changes

the city changes its
face, its color
its prints of finger
tongue and heart

the city changes its
mind like a mime
changes his shoes

the city changes
its flavor at
mid swallow

the city changes
its heart like a
pair of socks

the city changes and
rearranges in the
bargain basement
bazaar where memories
are sold on a plate of blue

the city changes but
the hills remain, conforming
to the curvature of amplitudes
and attitudes in a constant
orbit around itself

the city changes like
a lover who slept with
you and forgot your name

the city changes
like a bus transfer, a
dollar bill, a roll of
toilet paper

the city changes like
a sheet in the aftermath
of love ’em and leave ’em
lovemaking

the city changes like
leaves that never leave
yet leave nothing but
memories it no longer
remembers

the city changes
like a box of
tissue

collecting our
tears

(c) 2016 Tony Robles

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