In February
Where is my plateau?
I can look down
yet still feel so far below.
1789 or MDCCLXXXIX
glaring down at me,
through the visage of double paned glass.
The Romans had many victories
in downtown New York, or
so we are led to believe.
Now holographic brick paneled
in two dimensions makes me feel
like part of a pop-up book,
and the weightless matter in the distance
makes the sky seem so far away.
So shine down pitiful Sun;
for air conditioning units serve no purpose
in February.
- February 2, 2004