Sunlight melts
Through the gaps in the fence
Its shadows drawn thin and long
Like the hands
Of a clock
They shrink, then grow
Around the block
Rooted to the same spot.
Interpretations? (I honestly have no idea, either.)
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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...
