Towers
The sun rises burning like a bright flame Sugarloaf and sweet tropical breeze High above in the sky the early birds fly Petrels or halcyons of old seafarer legends The heat will soon dissolve the hazy fogs Leaving the tall cumulus white towers To stand guard over the horizon Photo Hugh Ardoin The America Gallery
Looking at the night slowly falling on Beijing A long dark cloak of blue shadows spreading slowly Thrown by a giant invisible hand over the city lights And the towers fight back with neon beams like fierce Jedis Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night-Shift Gallery
Cruising along the concrete avenues of a Shanghai night Watching the towers’ flowering light illuminate the sky The dazzling reflections running on a polished taxi hood Lights and signs shine like semaphores full of secret messages Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery
Slaughterhouses with towers are called castles We send sheep in battalions followed by wailing ambulances As the sun it shines high and bright in a cold blue sky Stray clouds spread veils of transparency over the universe’s nudity And a dark wall stands tall between the dream and reality To blind the naked eye of […]
At the narrow junction of the Americas At the very mouth of an man-made estuary Panama City rises its hundreds of towers to the clouds From the Pacific shores, knives of steel and glass take a jab at the sky An down below in the shadow of the modern Parnassuses Sprawl the mean streets where […]