A massive wall, crumbling
to a pale powder--chalky white,
flakes of pink lay in slivers
on dark pavement.
visualize this old building
bricks a sun-faded russet
with loose fine dust, barely holding
between the courses,
a mortarous barrage waiting to rain down.
Once steadfast against winter storms,
breaks free under the hot sun, baked
dry, any last remnants of moisture.
The wall appears to slough off
a shower of forgotten fragments,
exfoliation of time, exposing
an under-layer anxious to be seen.
Julie A. Dickson is a poet and a writer of fiction and non-fiction. She resides in New Hampshire with two rescued black cats, close to the ocean--a favorite muse. A graduate of UNH, Dickson is board secretary for the Portsmouth Poet Laureate Program. Her work appears in Poetry Quarterly, The Harvard Press, The Avocet, Nature Poetry Review, Five Willows Poetry Review and in several published works.