Brilliant cathedral of an overpass, <br />Pushing through its girdle so many cars- flowing in <br />Parts closer to the sea, <br />Reminding themselves of the things they see everyday- <br />And strangers come out and look at one another, <br />And sell things to one another, <br />Until there is a perfume of trust in the air- and the birds <br />And the airplanes seem as fireworks <br />On an ordinary holiday- and I would have to swear that <br />Everyone is as brown as a Mexican, <br />And as beautiful, while I have been missing myself <br />Trying to recollect the motion of my heart <br />Even while there was nothing left of it to give, <br />And the little girls came into a warm <br />And familiar class with me, <br />And gave reason with their looks that I can barely even remember.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-a-warm-and-familiar-class/
