by Simone White
sat the corner
on the crossing
hear the border
where the light begins
single doorway
of a station
in the water
now the city ends
all divisible by you
hold me close we slip right through
cross a bridge
whisper the houses
would the narrow wooden walkways
stand a chamber
left the structure
in the the tidal river bend
all divisible by you
hold me close we slip right through
palace speak
fire the canyon
understood and congregation
reflected us quiet formation
in the water
where the city ends
all divisible by you
hold me close we slip right through