Written for the Roads in Houston

What is one supposed to say,
When presented with such sweeping elegance,
That could shame the snake and hawk?

What is one supposed to say,
Seeing the models of Atlas in concrete,
Holding up the world on strong shoulders?

To see them rise, curling in and out of each other,
Like a child’s puzzle or a circle with only one side,
And to see how, in their infinite complexity,
We do not get lost.

What is one supposed to say,
In the presence of splendor
Which allows passion to say,
“I’m coming to see you. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

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1 Comment

  1. Chase said,

    May 11, 2007 at 7:08 pm

    Well… Well.. Well… DK, I like this poem. That is why we published it in the Lanthorn this year. Just thought I’d stop by and say “Hi” real quick. I started writing poems and then recording them with a webcam today, would love to hear what you think of my version of Leax and Huth’s idea.

    http://www.nightthink.org/blog/pivot/entry.php?id=137


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