thud

 

From

by

dawn, down streets, from pavement
Steam rises breath of night.
open windows, curtains
drawn face
construction
into chasmed space

roof rooftops, plateaus
antennas lines
And here and there a pigeon comes to peck

Downtown, buildings thinning haze.
newest, center
block-broad base,
Obsidian glass, fifty stories
window
aerie

Nearer sleeping blocks
the bay, gathering
short hollow

if dawn pliantly compels
The city sounds shapes,
 diagonals and parallels:
Long streets
squares alleys fire escapes,
Rooftops

roofs’ breeze-freshened shelves,
 level surfaces
fragments are themselves
intermediate
all the stories
all the stories

Timothy

Steele,

“From

a

Rooftop”