city in no time

From here to the city
in the direction of sunrise
nothing but cranes rising

over a canyon snaking east
where the subway will be,
east to where the subway is

now. And this field of cranes
will be city in no time,
like the one on the horizon,

like the one on the other
side of the bay. In no time, space
transformed into place, dwelling

on it, dwelling there, dwelling on
what was not there before.

poem © Steven Schroeder
image © Mary Ann O'Donnell

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