Rivka Rothstein
- Feb 9, 2018

battle

cracks in the facade

break easily these days.

tiny quakes trigger the debris

falling

foundations shift

roof tiles cascade down

and shatter into society’s path

sorry for the disruption

must needs repair

before desperation tumbles

everything all down

down

down

just a gesture

lifts the gutter back into position

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