Rain, cold and heat have corroded
the low-grade marble; they’re like
the crest of a wave, for an instant
take form
and already
dissolve into foam.
They smile.
Perhaps they know they are disappearing.
Rain, cold and heat have corroded
the low-grade marble; they’re like
the crest of a wave, for an instant
take form
and already
dissolve into foam.
They smile.
Perhaps they know they are disappearing.