Possibility
In a great city, a sky-scraper lyre,
Played by light arrowed into bull’s eyes
Nothing shakes the lines, caught as if tacked
by still-burst spots, starred eyes
Black and white singing or silent,
Depending on the ears of your eyes
No lack of good or bad luck for six keys
strumming vertical shine. Which are “I’s”?
Buildings saying, I, I, waiting to be seen.
Clean force, cleared forest, aye, aye
A chance to view in black and white
What might not strike the inner eye
Piano keys and rockets singing empty blues
two claps of sun revise
by Kitty Jospé
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This poem is a response to a black and white photo by Dennis Adams entitled, X-Tower#1, the first photograph on this site: http://www.artdga.com/Art/gallery_4.html
It will be shown along with other work at the City Gallery in an exhibit starting June 17.
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