There is a verdant reckoning with the asphalted symphony
or so it seems as she reaches down to experience
in silent wonder
the new song that has unexpected sprung from
chaos –
and in a leap she echoes the refrain
trembling awfully
in symmetry balancing on
metal ties binding metal rails
now her hand strains for faint heard melody
stars upon stars in milky kaleidoscope
incomprehensible candles lit
a bridge to whisper underneath
her breath
a gasp a prayer as she underneath her window sits
tagging home at last in humble harmony
this grand yet simple reckoning with holy writ