It took nine chimes
under the bridge
at the Vansittart Estate
lot 32b, the year's peak
It lasted only forty
under the train tracks
for the iron to rust
for the words to bend
I thought it a punishment
I thought of it as pain
but instead it is a catalyst
for much needed change
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Sour Cherries // Poetry // Compilation #5
PoetryCompilation of poetry created or adapted for my university's year one poetry course.
