Rerouted footpaths
the sun’s passacaglia
on the stuck asphalt
I smell the sea
and I’m in the suburbs
making praise on the day
tearing up the street
the earthmovers and the jackhammers
banished of historical trove
no need to disturb the birds
they racketeer the branches
moving songs by the ton
paving over the cracks
a tree’s roots has mocked up
“pedestrians this way”
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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