the first thing
I noticed was
the coconut scent
of the blooming gorse
beside the stepworn slope
and as the old observatory
came into sight
it felt as if
the summer sun
had come
not yet too early
as standing
upon Calton's mound
the sound of the city
drifts below
the cooling breeze
from the Salisbury Crags
and as we turn
to face the sea
at Leith
and 'neeth our feet
the rock dissembles
I read
the beacon black
words etched in stone proclaiming
the present may be theirs
but the past
and the future
ours

04/16/2007