Ever Stretching

Photo courtesy of Doodlewash.com

“I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
with multitudes bent toward some flashing scene.”  Hart Crane


In the shadow of the towering frame,
I am reminded that this bridge was made
by man.

Beneath the sky’s perfection —
that awesome mix of blues, cobalt
and Persian

applied by God’s own hand
as if to enhance
the dismal  view

of traffic  jams, fractured
psyche of humanity en masse,
and the traffic lights

reflected on the winding river’s
path.  Ah, this grand

of the mighty and the mere
stands tall against the skyline,
half celestial

half of Earth…the imperfect
ever stretching  for heaven
like man himself.

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