melts

 

when those rocks

 

hit

 

hard

 

they free

 

three

 

thoughts

 

 

a frozen garden

 

floating in space

 

melts

 

 

 

 

 

 

the texture of a city

becalmed
 the sullen ties that bind me to this place
becoming
dust
detritus
and decay 

I see ghosts
move
beyond
the blackened brickwork
smiling into space
as I remember

I am
the texture
of a city.