Paper Towers


They wait

As lies fold

Up a fortress

Of paper towels

To fight the furling rain,

Gusting like old promises

To race the edge of reasoning,

We are the blurring syntax written,

Ruched towers tear the torrents beginning.


Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

the back of a woman under a transparent wet umbrella on a city street at night
Photo by Muhammad Rifki Adiyanto on


  1. Love this poem. Even if it’s raining.

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank you ☺️☔

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