i wait, walk
where she moves
with me inside her
& listen
to her music, this city
built of stone thrown
from fire, then greened
in the life of what waits
airborne and land-bound
before and after burn & fall
to carry
cantera verde
grammar of away
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Fine writing, Stacey. The is a part of all love living within us.
How beautifully you put that, Chris. Thank you, friend : )
Perhaps if I’d typed it correctly š¤£: ‘There is a part of all we love living within us’.
It never fails to amaze, how often such “mistakes” can be illuminating. : )
Love the “this city / built of stone thrown / from fire” Well done!
Thank you for this, kindness, Bartholomew – Cheers!