Christiane Voisin

BUILDINGS ARE SKY

Buildings are sky-
look high enough
and you drift past.

Streets obstruct heaven.

One bright star,
like a floating fixture
from radio tower.

Competing star,
not as bright
as three

red

vertical

flashes.

Lonely, hung star,
pasted and mocked,
yet in heaven.

Over sepia, tree.
Cement-car-sement.

Glass, iron,
horizontal sky.