For even shields must be replaced
And balcony walls taken down
Like folding cards, to reveal the space
Unoccupied by sky and the urban landscape of
Unravelling roads
Much the same as the apprehension in my toes
How much will it take, until the rocky platform breaks?
When your balcony is under construction and you look out your window to see a nine-story drop, it really makes you feel like you're living on the edge. Too bad the noise is non-stop.
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Cement City
PoetryHow to capture it all? I was no photographer My paint brushes, I have retired And words simply do not belong On a cover The same way they fit In my mouth, or march along the surface Of these pages. How to capture it all? The sounds, the smells, the...