Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Rob Schackne #720 - "The concrete slabs"


The concrete slabs
points of rubble
here and there
the city
like waste
a building of dark glass
all angles
a Sunday
no winds blow
the street stretched out
like low tide
everything is still
and far off
like greed
by all we mean
in a meeting
like silence
sweet jesus

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