Monday, September 19, 2016

DAWN OF MAN

Stranger stumbling around downtown
somewhere, I see your glum reflection

just before it peers up at that glass tower,
wondering, incredibly—how can I best

fit my spirit to that structure? 
And then I catch it again afterwards, 

extending skyward—and somehow growing
just a little straighter, before sauntering

off in some subtle but unmistakable 
new sympathy for—sheer geometry.

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