Issue 48, Fall 1969
Up-and-down shafts of light brick
Lift occupants up into prisms or roofs
Of green copper, and then embark on the sky.
I2:44 by the Suffolk Franklin Savings Bank’s
Clock, 93° outside, inside a cool bed of dimes.
A jet overhead that gets picked up by a pigeon
Gliding by lower down, some more modern banks
And a bank of lanterns set like a row of spears,
A Try Root Root Beer truck almost collides
With a spiffy yellow Checker Cab, and flags
Flop in front of the Sheraton Plaza Hotel.
Plenty of seersucker walks by below, or sits
On a deep-heated long granite bench.
Listening to the library,
Half-eating a half-eaten peach,
And bakes in the breeze.