MORE MONOSTICHS
A scion of a worthy stock yet buried in a precinct grave.
Where smokeless chimneys reached the sky they sat in silence wrapped in shawls.
As a bird is defined by the plumage so a tart is defined by the crust.
With broken lock and rusty hinges the door was forced by calloused hands.
Though you don’t know me I once dreamed that I met you in another life.