Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Fifty-two:

52

Cities are sinking under 

their own weight.

This is why I live

in the mountains.

In the ice age the ground 

they rest upon rose up. 

Now, gradual downward 

settling of costal surfaces

inundation may give me

beachfront property.

Perhaps a bend

in the lithosphere 

will solve everything.

Perhaps not.


Markle~

16February2021


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