Silence. Only temporary The train never ceases to track – A bird. Incandescent (and fleeting) Among the dull mortar of a man’s building – (The colour of muted jade porcelain) Blocks. Of Stone Clocking solar movements to resemble a hedge – Of trees. Ever still Waiting to shed at the first glimpse of fall – …
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