Saturday, August 30, 2008

35. "Clear light from behind high-rises..."

Clear light from behind high-rises;
jagged stones compose monuments.
Springs sprout heads to peer at fields,
and bicycles weave where trucks
do not tread.
I will not tread any light that storms
and slides between high-rises.
I will not wade any placid shore,
and fear the filing trees
as I drive.

-2002