Walking Long Blocks with
All The Years Written in Tall
Trees and Small Houses
Designed, Constructed
Ambition Made Physical
Each Passion Rendered
Telephone Wires Drawn
In Orange Above Sunrise
Polished, Empty Streets
A Frozen Sunrise
Whispers Springtime in Pastel
Light on Roofs and Sky
The Short Order Cook,
On Break, Sits by a Window,
Stares, Rubbing His Jaw
Morning Sunlight Falls
In A Single Bright Shaft and
His Stained Chef’s Whites Glow
A Small Sacrament
As If This Light Had Escaped
From Some Cathedral
Where the Curtains End
The Geometry of Light
Shows a Building’s Edge