Brick by Brick

Brick by brick,

I’ll build it thick.

Cold iron rods

to make it stick.

Not a wall…

even taller,

a red tower,

to see you all.

When you come,

knock thrice upon

the first red brick

to be at home.

© CGT, 2017.



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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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