After Denver

A canyon of skyscrapers
rearranges the inner ear,
unleashes dim stars.
Looking up I fall inside.

Vertical angles bright
with your vertigo name shift
around my wide steps, daze
this prairie body’s large eye.

Evolution in low buildings
has made me smug.
I never have to make a date
with giant skies.



One Response to “After Denver”

  1. Fey says:

    Henceforth ye shall be the queen of VertiGo. I bequeath it to you.

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