Our paths are a checkerboard Contrasting squares upon a string Wishing choices through the unseen Travelled alleys filled of yes or no Stepping upon the burnished bright Stepping over the unknown night Feeling sure where a path is untred Slipping fast where others have tread. Look up upon the stuccoed sky Stretch through the grates…
Niagara Skywheel
The last taken looking out window through a mirror on the wall …
Rooftop Sunset