Butter City

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I do not know

What peace this is

Spelt in mid-air

With a hazy finger

 

A city built 

On stacks of butter

That could fall apart

Any minute now

 

But where is home, and bridges,

My favourite cafe 

With a table for two

Joy built

With invisible bricks

 

A fleeting feeling

Like a song 

Made of thoughts

Here this second

And the next, gone.  

 

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