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Volume 1 Issue 2
Page 16
Page 16
Roofs stretch away,
flat arches unmarked by trees –
life bearing as cocoons, perhaps,
but with no outward beauty to please
a soul torn from its growing ground,
and meshed in this nest of bees.
Rather than the breath of wind
is the rumblemutter of moving cars,
and across a lifeless square
are other faces behind their bars –
windowed eyes lit from within,
like colored light through jelly jars.
Yet, when I look up, the stars are there,
and daily clouds and sun are draped
across a never-ending sky,
as though my older dreams escaped
the homes I had kept them in –
to show me beauty is many shaped.
flat arches unmarked by trees –
life bearing as cocoons, perhaps,
but with no outward beauty to please
a soul torn from its growing ground,
and meshed in this nest of bees.
Rather than the breath of wind
is the rumblemutter of moving cars,
and across a lifeless square
are other faces behind their bars –
windowed eyes lit from within,
like colored light through jelly jars.
Yet, when I look up, the stars are there,
and daily clouds and sun are draped
across a never-ending sky,
as though my older dreams escaped
the homes I had kept them in –
to show me beauty is many shaped.
| Condominium By Reneé Dodds |