Lingering Arches
03/05 2023
Across from those arches which linger in the sunset,
Icicles drop to the ocean below, yet,
Trains pass full of men in business suits,
As the guide to lost souls plays her flutes.
People come and go, but never stare at the arches below.
They tell stories of themselves which they cannot know,
Birds at the watery shore freeze, ---
Respite found in a place of stale cheese.
In mirror images, as the sun sets
And the arches let themselves go, and sweats.
See the green light at the horizon and wonder,
Wonder, as it rises and falls ---
Turn, turn, it never falls.