Imagine Intersection

A poem

Photograph by Katherine Lucero

People, dressed in winter coats, gather.
The sky is blotched with white-gray acrylic. 

Foliage has turned red,
			yellow, and
			brown.

The trees halfway bare. 
The ground covered
in crushed leaves.

Paulina Butterfly and her black guitar
sing from the Beatles catalog.
Gold and gray pepper her 
short, black mane.

Modern skyscrapers
stand stolid
behind their chrome windows
oblivious to what happens down
at Imagine Intersection.