POETRY
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Beyond the
heavily tinted windows
in the rapidly winter afternoon
the city appeared
to be smoky.
As vaguely defined
at the edges as piles
of ancient ruins entwined
with ivy
shrouded with moss.
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