Category: Architecture

Broken things

The things we can make
Of broken things
Surprise and delight
Like a mosaic,
Or a temple

The friends we can make
Of broken friends
Surprise and delight
Like a lover
Or a mentor

Get your kicks
In a Wig Wam
But only on
Route 66

Three doorways nestled
Among the flame trees
Ornate, proud and beckoning
Mysteries locked inside

“Travelling South East Asia,” he said
“You’ll wake up every morning
And have no idea
What the day will bring.”

Massive
Gravitas
A monument to concrete and steel and glass

I sit beside the pool
Camera on tripod
Watching the light change
From sunset, to dusk, to night

On a calm, breezeless evening
Not even a shimmer on the reflecting pond
My mind drifts
With the passing of time

While we relax
Or are distracted
Nature reclaims
What’s hers

Thus are we rendered
Ephemera

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