Made of clay or it was yesterday,
the colours seem to collide and my
eyes melt into the scenery,

Concrete!
definitely,
but somehow soft
like the sand or
the donkey ****.

I could rebuild it but it wouldn't
be the same,
People
would forget the original name
as I too would be forgotten.

Shadows here get very tired
moving forever in the shifting heat,
laying down a beat
musical shades?

but it all escapes me as I go inside,
the
in place to be is the place to hide
from those outside.

Definitely concrete
one more beat and
evening comes
a bit less heat
I feed the donkey
he haws,