Walk with me along the rooftops
upon ancient tiles crumbling beneath us
as fragile as we are
We return to this place each year to witness
the gradual decay
and to carry home the antique mess
now turned to dust in our pockets
an unintended souvenir of the life we share
This poem was first published in Poetry Quarterly, Summer, 2014.
©Daniel von der Embse
writing in airplanes 