Scattered and messy
as sea shells on sandy beach
human blobs on earth
Tag: New York
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
