#236 (living stone)

the distant rumble

of the waking giant

concrete feet

stretching away

as the last thaw

is melting into the cracks

of burst asphalt

a yawning as loud

as thirty trains

leaving the station

and though my ears hurt

I’m marveling

at the prospect

of a bright day

thousands of ants

like me

readying themselves

to work your body

of bricks and steel


© Matthias Geh, 22nd March 2018

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