Lost in a map- less city they wandered,
in limp white linen and all time slippers.
Round and round they went,
tying the monument,
in their wonder and thickening heart beats.
They walked from shadows to sun,
like a dream entangled in the barb,
like the vision of the monument barred,
they walked in the city,
entangled in cigarettes and tea.
They were lost forever,
cobbling and plumbing,
and buying post cards at the monument,
to take back sometime,
to a home where waiting had just begun.
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