Cobra City

 

The red radio towers of Pinnacle Hill

Flash like butane escalators

to the palace of stars

& Cobra City

Appears as a bowlful of rubies

On a tablecloth of whispering pines.

Beseiged by hopes & fears

how can one wish

to hold          for long

The light of the setting sun.

 

 

Rochester, NY

1986

 

 

[Published in Prairie Falcon.

1989 by Jim Cohn.]

 

 

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Prairie Falcon
(North Atlantic Books, 1989)