deep six rising
I drifted along ancient streets
where good men once
negotiated fairly
where scholars texted
freely on sacred scrolls buried
deep beneath the rubble
inside the botanical gardens
the master rarely sleeps
preaching peace and
nurturing the disadvantaged
by means seen and unseen
it’s as if the city never vanished
neither conquered nor
destroyed by unnatural forces
as if the voices weeping
beneath the surface
would never rise again
june two thousand sixteen
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Intriguing fantasy of an ideal, pristine time!
I really enjoyed reading this.
thank you so much, Kate – sometimes I wonder how far back in time we must go to find humanity truly in tune with nature….