The glass and steel of modern city towers reflect their sunlit faces in the quad, their walls, so brilliant in the morning hours, relent as evening fills this vast facade. The native dwellers seldom heed the beauty; it disappears in busy urban life. Though hope is found, in workaholic duty, they can escape the turbulence and strife. A tower's bright reflection is enticing, reminding of what humans can achieve; the sky appears to savor in its slicing by mirrored columns made to interweave. Commuters in their cars and walking shoes look up, content to see these wondrous views.
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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