My Own Hermopolis

I have found the spot
but not yet the emerald,
just a few broken pots
and various grave goods.
But I keep digging,
looking for the City,
my own Hermopolis,
full of temples
mirrored to the sky;
all equal,
thrice balanced,
thrice great.

[S.R. Hardy is a poet, fiction writer, and translator whose work has appeared in venues such as the Eunoia ReviewEternal Haunted Summer, theBeorh Quarterly and anthologies such as Northern TraditionsThe Shining Cities, and Beyond the Pillars.  He is currently at work on a variety of poems, stories and translations and blogs at]

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