Gary Ryan
Pergamon
Over the middle gate
that leads into your marketplace
the pediment is broken.
I am certain that in its time
bright paints and precious stones
and delicate gold filligree
decorated this portal.
But not now
Does this mean I can no longer love you?
Does this mean you can no longer love me?
that leads into your marketplace
the pediment is broken.
I am certain that in its time
bright paints and precious stones
and delicate gold filligree
decorated this portal.
But not now
Does this mean I can no longer love you?
Does this mean you can no longer love me?
This poem is co-published with Pergammon Magazine, and we thank them for their gift.
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