The top of a building climbs
to the bottom of the sky,
lifting its dream bones off the city pavement.
Clouds patrol coffins closed
to the failing afternoon sun
and the cotton candy vendors wail
across the traffic and pushcarts.
Workmen are taking down scaffolding
and untying the blue tarp enclosure
that billows, like sails before a wind dies out.
Onlookers point to the building,
its reflective glass, which alters perception,
entrapping shards of straightforward light
bundled for flight.
many thoughts about these current five. predominantly, the cadence is compelling in all. i like the garnet heart image, and the opening lines of cactus. toast is my favorite of these: i want to hear about the escape, too, if it can be actualized.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elaine. The "if it can be" of escape "actualized" can be "iffy," no? - Chico
ReplyDeletei dunno. i might graciously raise my glass, thank the guests,and go on over and across that spilling lawn to see about those shadows. i bet nobody woud really mind.
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