THOSE WESTERN PASSAGES

During the day
the distant buildings on the bay
appear as a gray silouettes
shaping the space
between the water and the land
with various probes into the sky.

 

As the sun moves west
just before rhe day’s end
the buildings turn silver.
Then the silver turns to gold
and become compelling to see.

 

It glares
just before the shadows come
and the day is done.

 

But then man turns on the lights
and those lights become the horizon–
and it blinks all night, I would guess.

 

I admire those western passages
but soon I yield to sleep.

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