Rooftops Reach for the Sky
where
iridescent pearl glistens through veils
of vapour pulled apart like cotton wads
sailing along zephyr winds, trailing
delicate strands across asterisms
woven through zaffre velvet expanse
cloaking the waning flurry underneath
where
tin brutes bleeding coal
rumble along paths lit
by sallow globes atop poles
flickering through fumes
that coat rows rows rows of
burgundy bricked abodes
where
creators generate shape make
a bland replication—
striving to be Maker
we infect creation
and only produce
a poor imitation.
By Nora Kalkman
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