Adelaide Caron Dyson · Sep 9, 2011
The Sun/The City

The way the sun
is coming up over the city
is big and yellow
   and vapid.
The city shimmers;
streets of diamond-dust.
(Wings flutter,
   angel wings).
Glass pyramids
glisten on the back
of the sleeping serpent
that sprawls along
the water's edge.

 
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