Cityscape

Cityscape The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday In straight lines Of hard edges - Peaks of Right angles perfected Missing oblique or obtuse – Claiming the horizon In full frontal Silhouette Cut from ebony shades, When daylight sinks into the shadows And twilight goes down meeting midnight One dimension pyramids, Floors layered by steel reinforced Triangulated honeycombs, Octagonal rounds Gather cotton clouds Topping off their naked crowns, Lofty spires Scrape the midnight To gather far flung stars Flat rectangles with jute box tops Soar with arches - Lines leaping up and sliding down - Squares low and squat, Took up their space, Yanked from the line, Openings left Like toothless Grinning; Concealed within the cityscape unblinking The murmurings of urban sighs, No rise and fall of breathing, Foundation’s feet bound in stone Swaying only when magnum cores Tremble moving plates east to west, north to south; Unseen The doorway cradle songs Of shivering dreams, Desperation Pacing On the nineteenth floor Fauna’s night perfume Floating up behind dark floral gates Of swirling iron Grids of neighbors – blocks of neighborhoods - Graphs of boulevards winding round, Absent from the cityscape. Inspirational verse – “When the lights go down in the city and the sun shines on the bay; do I want to be there in my city….I want to be there in my city.” Journey