A Poem for Jen


I think of the buildings
Men (mostly men) built,
After we invented elevators
Sometimes, when I think of you.

I think of the farms that disappeared
North of the city,
After they built the raised rail
And we could get there.

After the fifties, I’ve heard,
People started to dream
In black and white,
But now we dream in Hi-Def.

I figure the skyscraper
Has no idea what the world was
Before what it needed to exist

I know the 4 train northbound
Rattling on its tracks,
Doesn’t think of the soft patter
Of hooves on grass.

I read somewhere
That we never could have
Dreamed in black and white
Before Daguerre showed us.

I can’t remember, my love,
My world,
Before you made it
What it always was.

2 Responses to “A Poem for Jen”

  1. Jennifer says:

    I am breathless, speechless, I have no words. Save to say, I love you. You’re beautiful. I am so very lucky.

  2. Jennifer says:

    …and now I know why you were teasing me about not reading your blog! But I do! This one just fell in the window between times. 😛

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