The present, particular
original poetry & images
In times like these
Bolted by the refrain
Of silence to a present
As inscrutable as memory
In cities like ours
Where the fish swim not
& the buildings breathe not
And the streets do not sing
But they repeat the mantras
Bolted to a bulletin board
And they sail through
The greasy torrents
With expressions blank
Behind which
Silence breathes
& quiet stirs the soul
Of the looming city
In times like these.
Written by
3/12/18
Photos takenWith iPhone5 &
Edited by
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