Obelisk

Guest Post:

This tower that towers
Over me. Us.
Black shadow like a sun dial that
tracks our steps from C street.
This grass that burns emerald,
this sky like a lake,
this feeling like leaving.

36491 bricks sealed together.
555 feet.
A decade of remember-when.
Kites on strings –
daredevils through the sky – and our
fingers stiff like ice.
The view from the summit,
the triangular point you can
Always see.

This is a last
that hits between the chilly
gust of yellow pollen wind.
Standing in the middle of it all –
white marble columns,
glinting metal chairs light with
centuries of bone.

This tower that towers
Over me. Us.

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