bricks break, spread patterns around picture
frames, spider webs leading up, down, in
and the sidewalk breaks below, with pounds
of tip toe run walk feet, the glass breaks
to a window down the street outside, inside
a heart takes a last breath, and everything
breaks or breaks away from something, I hold
on, watch swallows dive from rooftops in their
mad love making fall, plummet towards
where everything ends in a stone breath goodbye, I
look up from cracked pavement, over soot rooftops
the night breaks into dawn
Love the staccato rhythm, it breaks the framework while keeping a filigree of connections, and the subtle innuendo of alliterative riffs. Great piece. Rgds, Ivan
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yes the rhythm, the imagery, the art memorable ben.