Sometimes
Old buildings hush me,
hold me still without time,
watching until I take them
back to wood and brick,
their limestone and clay
flying free in wind.
Sometimes I stand
like an empty room,
heavy in thought, hidden
as seeds of a core,
and I know the ache of mortar
holding brick together.
hold me still without time,
watching until I take them
back to wood and brick,
their limestone and clay
flying free in wind.
Sometimes I stand
like an empty room,
heavy in thought, hidden
as seeds of a core,
and I know the ache of mortar
holding brick together.
Sometimes - (cc) JF Gregoire
posted at 3:11 PM by Jeremy Parnell 
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