Men and dogs dream
cars and rabbits. Cats dream
and the world turns.
White cloud towers:
built on black foundations.
But they won’t last.
The river is
even wetter, and gray
in a spring rain
Old row houses:
deferred maintenance. The
stonework survives.
Fountain water falls.
Sunrise catches it, and makes
bright, sparkling music.
The mist slips
through the trees. Sunrise
hunts it down.
Jon Robison Poetry 