(Witness)

     

   

      

straightaway to city center

sun slunk low behind

solemn skeletons of summer

magic drawbridge

crossing a creek kissed in ice

linked like lovers strolling in

stolen time

empty walls speak softly to

those who will listen

figurines gather in gait

escaping paralyzing pedestals

Michelangelo leaks from lips

like ladies sipping tea.

come.

single file by my side and witness

fumbling for fingers amidst

woolen fortresses