Jim D.
Rooftop
Six-hundred-seventy feet above the ground
Trump's hammers ring
In contrast to the whisper of a gentle breeze
The artist readys his tripod
His camera
And waits for that perfect moment
That perfect light
He stands ready
Near the edge
Head cloaked like photographers of an age gone by
Preparing to record Chicago's skyline at this instant in time
Still he waits
A bird flys within inches
As oblivious to him as he is to it
Then, he emerges from the cape
A touch of the shutter
The stark metal and glass
The backdrop rippling blue water
His canvas is full
He sits for a moment
And inhales the joy of his conquest.
Roundup is at: Biblio File http://tushuguan.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-test.html
4 comments:
Nice, Jim! Do you have a picture of the view?
I love it, Jim! (Does bring out my fear of heights!!) Thanks for posting :)
Ooooo thanks for sharing that with us. I love how it captures the moment so completely.
Thanks!
I have to confess I was a bit out of my comfort zone posting poetry not aimed at children.
PJ: I'll work on a pic
Kelly: I won't go as close as he was -- about 2 feet from the corner.
Jennie: Glad it captured the moment, but the story unfolded in front of me. In a way it captured itself -- much like a photograph. :-)
Jim D
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