The word skyscraper is
some historian's pale attempt
at comparing a man-made structure
of steel and concrete
like this one.
Strolling across the city skyline `
on electric legs, the storm chuckles thunder
at the sun, who is still
wearing the west hills like a blanket
over his tired head,
sleeping--or hiding--I'm not sure.
Storm on this sunday morning, I am listening:
muttering raindrops on tile rooftops
race eachother down windowpanes,
telling stories of puddles, rivers, oceans,
and the clouds now--the sky-
scrapers--are off in the distance,
electric legs skipping
over trees that rise to meet them.