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Sundial

 

Under the shadow of breath, exhaust

and air conditioning,

these bricks will crumble back to clay.

 

My fingers are splintered with fishbones

sunk in the cement of the old fishmonger’s.

Palms heel unevenly against sawn-off railings.

 

The walls of this city shape-shift

like the corridors of the dismantled infirmary

would have once danced for its residents.

 

We’re all scattered to the streets, chasing dreams

as though they are Arctic Foxes

slinking in the white space caught in glass.