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Picture of the Day

March 13, 2016


The wind was blowing. It didn't matter.
Our city is made of stone. And glass. Steel.
Nothing from above can upset it--not gusts,
moonlight, or the wrath of God.
An earthquake might change things,
but most of us will sleep through it.
There is a song here no one can name.
A mere echo of what was, but it sustains.
missed opportunity