Saturday, 16 April 2016

Day Trip

Day Sixteen



We slip down the steps
with the dust and the lizards.
Past imagined arches and
dreamt-up mosaics.

Long dead masons
ate olives and bread here.
Curious dolphins
watched them depart.

The dry, hot brushwood
once whispered to bulls.
But speaks not of ruin
in time's labyrinth.



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