1800s Cityscape
I was there.
Something is happening today.
Could be the first time in centuries
or
a millennia,
or in our lifetime.
The shadows play echoes
like water ripples.
We look through metallics
at the sun.
Drifting in time on a parking garage.
It has been too long since I
have been one with the rooftops.
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After Opening the Sewing Table Drawer
A poem by Trina L. Drotar of Sacramento.
Published on 07.12.12