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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