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LIVING STONES


“To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion – all in one.” John Ruskin


Eleven – one numeral stilled
in its own quiet reflection:
two houses, dismembered, dismantled -

here, discarded underlay,
shedding splinters of wax crayon,
a baby tooth the fairy forgot,
dust motes of memory;

there, heat-warped metal,
cremated icons of trade,
the open-mouth scream
angels can’t silence.

Today is always twelve:
time’s figure winds on,
setting our hands in motion,
eyes towards unwritten skies.

Twelve’s sun penetrates
leaded panes of yesterday’s
closed front door,
burrows through
cracks in the sidewalk
to Cortlandt Street beneath.