MARC to DC

Tunnel black opens eyes
     to piss trash rail grade
     abandoned purple plastic tottlescoooter
     rivulet of tire
                     below toss couch bluff
     yard heaped full crumbling brick
     acres of cemetery.

These naked trees hide secrets
     only beneath leaf litter,
     But, who would doubt
     the honesty of tree
                     or clarity of tea-stained water?

     Only cataract of winter's ice
              clouds the standing pond
              locking foul sludge
              til April.

     Corrugated culverts
              clogged in stone,
              leaving runoff free
                            to gouge its track
                                          a round,

              Searching for the sea.