From drone-height, does it look so poor?
What I mean is, reduced from perspective
of height as well as distance and time?
Corroded green of the metal gate, ash
colored cinderblock fence. Chipped front
steps atoned for by scraps of inlaid marble,
swayback in that part of the roof which still collects
alms of water from heaven. I have a gold chain
from the time I used to live there. Unclasped,
it curves in a line toward the dream of an amulet.
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