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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