The Forest

A canopy of concrete has choked out the light, making the forest of life redundantly obscure… Night comes with its sighs of sorrow, filtering through the buildings. Shadows breed coyotes out of darkness, hidden in streets of howling and taunting; and I am a cursed bird with one wing, stuck on a fence, my compass set south…

No need for changing locks; those shimmering signs made their way off with my valuables: From my prospective, time is left on the lease but I have already vacated, gone away, away like the downtown sun.


About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

One response to “The Forest”

  1. David Williamson says :

    I love the gritty high contrast feel you have in your shots they have a real graphic feel to them.

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