this is the first draft of a city poem im writing.
im not sure i like it at all, in fact quite the opposite.


god of concrete/god of steel
Anglican hymn

magpies squall
in brickbat packs

crows gleaming
dark unease

falcons nest
in steelglass mountains

swallows swoop
through iron bridges

the scurry skitch
of floorboard rat.

the rabbit still
winter white or summer brown

I sit
watching for Her hand