A delicate coat of rain drapes everything still held within its clutches-
The fluorescently illuminated tower jutting from domed earth
The spire piercing through the rain cloud like branch through melted marshmallow
The tower performing an orgy of uses throughout its structured frame
It acts as a late night sanctuary for restless zombies
The focal point to tourists and first dates
An identifiable landmark amongst the regimented city life
Tree-lined skyscrapers are reminder to let me know home is just around the corner
I sit on a rock within a meter of racetrack that circumference mid-mountain
A Monet painting of bushy earth masks the deep-chested tower hunkering in its shadows
I’m home
6/28/09
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