BROKEN CITY
Today we were together
drinking the wine
it could have been us two
back then.
This morning
the willows
gently sway
sunlit silver waters
glide over stone
along the Avon
passing under the bridge.
The river and trees
an early memory
cover the uneasy skyline
give a sense of
tranquil isolation
from the welders
blue torch
the steel rise reaches
over the cleaved city.
Avie.
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