Alan L. Winters

CITY DAWN

City dawn
And the sun glints on glass and steel
Casting reflections
Into shadowed canyons
Created by buildings too tall to see:
Symbols of strength,
Symbols of power.
Are we to span a Grecian channel
Or fill a wooden horse for war?
And in an instant from a crash
Thousands die in Pompeian ash.
“I had a father there.”
“I had a brother.”
“I had a son.”
Sifting through the charred remains
In hopes of finding one

City dusk
And thick smoke
Hides a rising moon
As the sun sets
On Brooklyn,
Manhattan
And beyond.