essay: #087: Ivory Towers

Architecture of Happiness

"Tell me a story," he says.
As the sun does rise.
So I pick up my camera.
Through deserted Metropolis.
Of cathedrals of glass.
And Ivory Towers for Galilleo.

"Life's an essay," I say.
Suffused with the random.

Summer approaches.
And fog subsides.
From San Fran.
To hemisphere's Southern.
As time ticks by....

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