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Charles B. Snoad

Among The Ruins

February 18, 2022September 13, 2022Charles B. Snoad

Wide awake
I must be
dreaming
of the dreamer
wide awake
within me.

I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.

A city where
my father is alive
and well
dead still.

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