The city skyline
Is fractured
Into tiny tiny pieces
And I can almost hear
My thoughts echo
Off the closed windows
And my voice
Swings open like a door, welcoming
The morning
People beak off
From the shadows scurrying off
Like incomplete sentences
And my eyes trip over them
Squiggly commas breaking apart
The sidewalk
Is falling apart into
Tiny tiny pieces
Dangling from cranes and skeletal frames
And my voice shifting, changing
As the years
Collect in my mouth
And the city skyline transforms
Yet stays the same
And I continue to collect pieces
For souvenirs
To complete my story
Poetic Trials 