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Brick (New Version)

Nothing is yellow here. I am surrounded by brownstone giants poking square holes in a gray cloud ceiling. I haven’t seen a cyclone in years, only twin smoke pillars of grief pouring from dying concrete towers.

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WWP Poem #25: Brick

Nothing is yellow here. I am surrounded by brownstone giants who have risen up around me, poking square holes in the gray cloud ceiling far above my head. I haven’t seen a cyclone in years, and the closest thing to … Continue reading

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