Above the Graffitied Wall
Above the graffitied wall
throwing its shade on a few park benches
the bowl of sky appears
resolved.
Who, now, can recall
the impetuous fire sizzling in the veins
of the world? A cold spell, and its impenetrable
forms are dispersed.
I’ll see the docks again tomorrow
the city wall and busy street.
In the burgeoning future the days
bob, anchored like boats in the harbor.
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