Where there were

© Tamara Beck

Where there were buildings

So familiar as to be forgotten

There are great big holes in the ground,

Waiting for cement and cranes,

And that inevitable uplift to 

The city skyline so familiar 

As to be anticipated 

© Tamara Beck

Glass Towers

I never thought I'd like it

When the brick city in which I lived

So much of my life turned into glass towers lifting

On the skyline, the side streets, rising

Transparently on the avenues

Did I think I would admire

The glass towers that rise up where once

My brick city lived?

Transparency lifting the skyline,

On side streets and avenues adds a

Refreshing lightness to my being