4

Daybreak exhumes

the edifice from the night

and lights its many gilded eyes.

3

The river thunders. 

In fits, the mist lifts over

the bridge, and a hierarchy

of green climbs the cliffs

till crowning the falls.

Dr. Williams, do these

things hold ideas?

2

Chrysler building ripples
in street puddle

1

I'm starting a series of small poems that are pictures, real or imagined.

My window 

frames you, dove, 

frozen above 

the naked oak.