Tuesday, April 12, 2011

This City





There was talk of it being like
other cities, Old World flavors shining
in sunlight when my parents came
with their bags for the day.

I see the city each day
gliding by with its buildings
and streets on tides
that carry me
inland to the rivers
or to the lake
at sunrise.

I pass by a street of cream city brick
steep in its course from another century
and now hear it ring with the echo
of Roman hills I have seen.

2 comments:

Rebekah said...

"Silent upon a peak *near* Darien"? Seriously, the watchfulness here....

Cha sen said...

Ah, Keats. Thank you for the reminder.