An Architect Speaks
If you peek at the architect's pad
you will see what a craftsman might sketch,
a small window to musings he's had
when he's given the freedom to stretch
his imagination.
You won't see the sharp squares of his youth,
the rectangular buildings that trace
kindred lines, a distortion of truth;
no, the world's not a uniform place
of delineation.
Semicircular summits extend
the sweet curvature, arching to span
a great foyer, for eyes to ascend;
he perceived it before work began-
his celebration.
Its construction is on a quick stride
for completion in four or five weeks;
it will act as the humanist's guide
to the world, for the architect speaks
with admiration.
Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
All rights reserved.
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"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
--Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
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