Serendipoetry
Almonds
It's almonds outside and in the city
The moon like a golf ball sits
On a tower like an egg. The wheel glitters.
It's January and I'm wearing shirt sleeves!
Your conversation brightens.
How men building work under lights
And how passengers slip away gladly.
You tell me your plans. I tell you mine.
The beauty, we agree, is in the framework;
The supporting thought. How the dense grace
Of the Brooklyn Bridge must once
Have performed the same function. Only brassier.
'Apples of gold and silver,' I said.
Lemons and limes more like.
A woman on the bridge is cajoled
Into leaving. Everywhere shines.
-- David Herd
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