Bricks

Born and raised in California my eyes

are not used to the sight of bricks

since they taunt faultlines like Jenga stacks

the red makes them seem warm despite the chill

 

as a painter of cities, my eyes

make charcoal lines of the fire escapes

peering pencil marks, tracing windows

that whisper a thousand hiding stories

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