Poem For Katy

Five fingers reach through mist, groping sky
Grey digits, made for plucking

Dragging down crystalised breath
A full fist clutches culture in its palm

The gathered evaporation and energies of a World’s cities
The residing sweat, hung in the stratosphere

At ground level these lofty conductors’ knuckles inhale divine breath
Channeling lightning

Running cobbled lanes
The denizens’ highways
Darting through dark portals
And up narrow stairs

Traveling hours, and an earth, in two short steps
They are everywhere
All at once

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