the rain falls
that had not been falling
and it is the same world

In the middle of winter drops of sweat drip down my spine, ledge to ledge; yet there is no path.
With a small backpack and a white cap with visor, a young woman walking ahead talks to her
phone, calling forth a slight breeze. A clump of dry weeds replies: What are you, but particles
emulating from 
pottery shards of that period below the floor of the temple, and concluded that the
‘Temple of Ares’ must have originally stood somewhere else and had been dismantled to be