Author Laurence James Duggan So much of a city is light on stonework, woodwork; demolition turns us into archaeologists using the maps; memory, a particular daub of colour there, to the right, of that mountain down the street. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments