Dear editor

Dear Editor



My soul is timeless and older than the cobblestones
I walk on, my is older than the houses that lean and
get old together in narrow streets where shadows
huddle in doorways, away from the unforgiven sun.
My soul is so old that it can remember a time when
the weakest was banished and can only come out at
night. No, there is nothing modern about my soul,
but since it is timeless it knows what is modern today
will be old fashioned tomorrow