If the city is
The beauty it seems to me
Or perhaps some
Unmitigated tragedy
A grand delusion
At the end of a road
A wrong fork taken
Many eons ago
A grand delusion
At the end of a road
A wrong fork taken
Many eons ago
And yet
I miss the sea
An urban inlet
Is not a wide sandy beach
On a limitless sea
With breakers vaulting salt spray
Into the atmosphere
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
Blessed shade and gloom
In an existence
Which fears the light
Grateful for each eclipse
Beauty in the shadows
Mystery in the illumined
Too bright for eyes to see
Ominous
It hangs there
No rotor wash
No engine sound
A not quite motionless
Hover
A spectacular
Unblinking eye
Staring at me
And I
So vulnerable
A thousand yards
Of waist high grass
From cover
And then it ends
So I arrive
At places
Unexpected
Sometimes pretty
Sometimes dour
Sometimes ugly
Sometimes flowered