Sadness For Those Who Don't Look Up
From the upper tower office perch
He blankly peers out his window bank.
Attention on the phone at his ear.
The high rise tower allows grand views
Needed distraction from the dull call.
Nearby tall scrapers piercing the sky
Horizons that fade sloping away
Mindlessly his unfocused gaze drifts
Near to far then up to down.
Hanging up, he stays standing.
He can see people.
Tops of heads
Weaving walkers
Some fast, deliberate
Some slow, aimless
From the traffic flow a school bus emerges
Making an uneasy park.
Young kids pour out into loose assembly.
They shuffle, gather, and break.
Order comes finally after brief instruction.
Hold old? Hard to say from such vertical perspective.
Unlike others, however, they are really here.
Taking it in as they follow in busted line.
Some bump into each other eyes not where they are headed.
Rather raised to the heavens
Transfixed by clouds passing above the majestic towers.
Such heights deserve wonder.
These are impressive monuments to what has been done and what can be.
It is not lost on newcomers.
Not yet have they fallen into the trance
Of neglecting the amazing.
For many this is mundane.
Still to them it invites proper regard.Discussion about this post
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