Ariadne’s thread (Lisbon).

I looked the wind

in the eye
through the dye

of pennants

hung
from the threads

in the city’s

throat.
They shout

in my eardrums

and burst
burst

burst

into flames.
I looked the wind

in the eye,
carved

my breath,

deep,
strapped

it on my lungs

and listened
to the city’s

voice
through the dye

of pennants
on their threads.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee

 

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