A poem painting a picture of art in an urban jungle.
A train passes slowly
And a moving picture
Of grafiti and rust
Lights up the bleak train yard.
Its dark
But this motion
Of aerosol applied color
Douses me
In the fresh, vibrant oil
Of underground art
In its purest state.
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