Devil in Details

Prose poetry

Sruthi Korlakunta
May 29 · 1 min read

Endless, vast, magnanimous.

From out there, it is all the same. Blocks of concrete, lines of asphalt, swatches of green, and dribbles of blue.

Up close, the concrete has cracks, water has ripples and people have characters.

From out there, I can ignore. I could choose not to see the detail. It is one large unit of insignificance.