Brick
A gap was gashed
into a stout wall
by winds that lashed
until bricks would fall
through nature’s fists —
a corner lies bare,
now stripped of its
invulnerable air.
This new-cast flaw
forges the wall anew,
now hardened and raw:
In this new role, it grew.
The wall withstands
and bears its proud scars
to spite the sands
from the hourglass’ shards.
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