Poetry: Brick

IAwake!”Bay Street Brickis what I am.Over 100 years oldpainted thirty-two times.”Worn down, graffitiedRain and windhave tried their best to dissolve me,none more effective than time”This archaic building needs me no more!It could still stand strongwith the absence of ONE.The Builders that placedme here did wrong”II”Bay Street Brick,a vacation I  need!Perhaps to be a part ofContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Brick”