L.A. Storm by Mary Ellen Smith
There, where the city scrapes the sky
Grey cement hued clouds reply
Facades put on a business face
Mirrored light and office space.
At night the lightning strikes reveal
As thunder echoes through the steel
A coldness wrapped in tempered glass
A skyline full of dark contrasts.
Welcoming the dwelling ghosts
Manmade, the buildings gather close
Circled in armless embrace
Against the wind they stand in place.
03/24/2005 Posted on 03/25/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
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