A city between a lake and a marble quarry
A city between water and stone
The gates of the city face east
by law or custom, no-one knows.
All the doors of the houses face east
All the doors of the buildings face east
Barges of polished stone ply the lake
and bring wealth to the east-facing city.
On the lake, the bargee’s homes face the water.
The huts of the quarry workers face stone.
The lake reflects both sunrise and sunset
and the quarry’s tunnels are always dark.
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Thursday, February 18, 2021
A City Between Water and Stone
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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