by Sarah Kulla, High Contrast Review’s Editor of Poetry

Living in the biggest city
I have ever lived in,
A city of almost
1,000,000 people
is hard.

There are less than that many in the whole state of Montana.

So here, in Queretaro
I am always looking for what I call
Organic Details.

And I find them everywhere:
A crumbling wall sprouting leaves and moss.
A rusted metal fence,
An unpedicured, unrestrained field of weeds
And twisted trees.

I’m in the city, now,
and when I can’t find NATURE,
I settle for
Decay, corrosion, erosion, oxidation, disarray.
Those signs that man will never completely hold reign over earth.

Thank goodness.