 
                        Bernard Ferguson                            
                        
                    “the vines relentless in their unraveling / over
the brick that want only to be bare / one man’s beauty becomes another’s brutal architecture”
                                September
                            30, 2020                            
                        “in giddy thousands each and i was there, a sober, nodding clock /
keeping score with the sun, its July-drenched hands pressed against /
the walls in my eyes and blurring my vision”
                                August
                            31, 2020                            
                        