orange cranes

orange cranes grow like poorly comestible mushrooms
out of the northwest window framing my indoor haven
no luck today, heron’s have not
nested on nearby red-tiled
rooftops — storks possibly
brought the two-month-old
baby to my young enamored
neighbors living on the other
side of the paper-thin walls…
I hope it will remain an only child
spoiled rotten by doting parents,
for my easygoing laid back ways
would be seriously compromised
with a second screaming monster
gurgling, cooing and whining in a
year’s time — but then, peace! they
would need to move into the new
steel and glass tower being built
as a permanent fixture ruining my zen meditative visions
of the vivid incandescent beauty of the daily sunsets

though, after a bit of thought,
it may be magnified ten times
by the vast twenty-three story
high-rise windows of reflecting
glass which will appear one day
soon, I may quickly free them from my scorn, those
urban architects smitten by colorful building cranes

orange cranes
[2007.29.8…c]