Perspective, Selective

Tell me if you’re game

to watch a sea of foam and dirt

turn into a city park:

wildflowers next to

steel towers surrounded by

tourists, students, and impatient drivers.

Tell me if you’re game

to lift your head and marvel

at the man-made:

buildings standing big shoulder

to big shoulder

the inspired and inspiring,

Or would you rather

sneak a peek from up above?

Glance over rooftops studded with

concrete and brick chimneys,

across the tree-filled parks,

over to the green-blue lake,

the one you know is much colder

than any photo will suggest.

There you might find what

you’re really game for:

a horizon

barely curving

waiting to give birth to the sun.

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Lucky you, it's a poem and photos! I figured since the speakeasy has a photo prompt this week, why not add some of my own? At the same time I made up for missing a few poems back in April. I told you photography would inspire me.