Skyscraper

Why I love
clouds is
why I love
cities: what
fills part of
the sky makes
the rest of it
bigger. This
morning in
Denver the judges
and lawyers
gather to settle
the cases and
nurses smooth
the foreheads of
various patients
and teachers kneel
with the children
while the tornado
siren sounds.
The courthouse
stairs are spiral
and marble. On
the sidewalk
raindrops make
dark circles.
One hundred
women open
one hundred
umbrellas. The
wind unlooses
handfuls of
green and singular
leaves. Why I
love cities is
why I love weather.
So much now
is happening and
I want everything.