
Scattered and messy
as sea shells on sandy beach
human blobs on earth
Scattered and messy
as sea shells on sandy beach
human blobs on earth
The people of yore
looked up—for the sun told time
concrete towers now
A glass window stands
between me and world beyond
my family home
That’s not the view from my home (ha, I wish). It’s downtown Chicago, as seen from the 84th floor of a rather small building—by Chicago’s standards. The window wasn’t too clean, but I like that it serves as a reminder of the barrier.
A stack of storeys
building one upon other
unwitting child’s dreams
Stuffed to the brim, drenched
the sailing folk, like canned beans,
sprawling seeing land