TIME-STONE <br /> <br /> Hallo, Metropolitan— <br /> Ubiquitous windows staring all ways, <br /> Red eye notching the darkness. <br /> No use to ogle that slip of a moon. <br /> This midnight the moon, <br /> Playing virgin after all her encounters, <br /> Will break another date with you. <br /> You fuss an awful lot, <br /> You flight of ledger books, <br /> Overrun with multiple ant-black figures <br /> Dancing on spindle legs <br /> An interminable can-can. <br /> But I'd rather… like the cats in the alley… count time <br /> By the silver whistle of a moonbeam <br /> Falling between my stoop-shouldered walls, <br /> Than all your tally of the sunsets, <br /> Metropolitan, ticking among stars.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windows-14/
