Atlantis.

Our house,
A single southerly pane,
A timepiece, its glass projecting water,
Across our one room,
Shimmering ripples the minutes,
Hours told by shadow of a broom,
Truculent childish waves,
Washing stone and spitting at window,
Lapping at door,
We should go,
Build somewhere new,
High on a hill,
And another single view.

Atlantis.

Roof tile sherds, wood, paper, glass.
Roof tile sherds, wood, paper, glass.

Tiles of a house, found on the floor of a desiccated reservoir, during the long summer of 22.

Tiles of a house, found on the floor of a desiccated reservoir, during the long summer of 22.

W x H x D
241 x 327 x 55
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