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- A bunny rabbit in the slaughterhouse of life
- Perpetual Yearning
- usually untitled
- City Life
- Past Life
- Pavement tourist
- Winter
Under the metal.
storm grate -
the water gently flows; through
the old brick channels
I stand, listening,
reminding myself of
walks long ago, of
waves breaking on the
seaside sands.
Looking up, I notice the
grey,
concrete,
monolithic buildings,
and I realise how
far away
my memories are.