Landwehr

Cast dark
the concrete trees
rise as ghosts.

Lines in the dirt
guide me home,
Through a garden

stacked to the sky.
Passing waters
whisper in dissent

like their most famous
residents
Stained in red.

East
with the steps marked
in the ground and

on the snow.
Cast dark
the concrete trees

rise as ghosts,
Lines in the dirt
guide me home

through a garden
stacked to the sky.

SAM_2917

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