outside <br />raindrops fall to the pavement <br />far below this forever shut window, <br />obscuring reflections- <br />i live between abstractions <br />reality and memory- <br />i pray <br />there is enough left of me <br />for my children to find the safe passage home <br />in this city <br />we pay our tithing to stone- <br /> <br />we are gods of aftermath <br />fallen from our crooked thrones <br />into the darkness <br />where we burn our pyres for warmth<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-budding-trees-and-pillars-of-concrete/
