Saturday, November 16, 2019


The brick corner from
under cracked paint
vines buzzing in the fissured channels,
a talking fence post leaning across
the lip stabbed ledge and ripped ridge,

blocks of open ceiling hallways
the small fires of ticking stations,
in the smoking hood of ambient gazes
mending a shallow crater,
thatching the plated steel
and waxed wood
for a rooted steeple.

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