The sky is made of steel here
but once in a while
the sun’s diamond-bladed rays
pierce through.
The heart of heaven
bared for a brief moment
to break across
these jagged western mountains;
our silhouettes not even muddying the fringes of her coat
as she leans across the yawning city
to reflect dimly in the windowed towers,
who, with waking wonder,
stop to marvel.
