the night released the sky from darkness
looking over the bay toward the city
began to see
its buildings touch the sky.
And I saw
scattered here and there
cranes —
silhouettes of steel
amidst the concrete jungle
waiting to strain
for yet another day to build more towers.
I wondered:
“Were there cranes
when Babel rose above the earth
and men were scattered
by the will of God
because of arrogance?”

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