Sunday, January 31, 2021



poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 31, 2021

A depression of mind

charms the emperor’s palace

Children play, hats and

holes in shoes,

investing wholly until exhausting

themselves body sore and

days between baths

Walk carefully, the

marble paths to the

cathedral are slippery

In their shine, the

snake-eyed reflection

The gold organ pipes writhe

and their music burrows

pockets empty

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