one day

hazy winter light rests on brick walls

a camera rises out of habit

pale branches reach through the open circle of sky

puddles along the road catch an orange blur

years seem to pool in the melting ice along familiar paths

vivid red steel waits where the steps converge

a  place where laughter was held

long stairs lead upward; someone pauses

even the river keeps one bright color moving through the gray

nearby, the water turns in patient, endless patterns

towering cliffs and surf feel like scenes from an old film we loved

in glass and steel, the clock still waits behind newer walls

near the harbor, a ferry moves with the same quiet certainty

even the Tribune letters glow as warmly as before

silent heros pass, their purpose steady

nothing disturbs the stillness of a figure resting on a bench

in drifting mist, a crowded boat pushes forward together

city signs and closed doors blur into streets we knew by heart

oval reflections bend the skyline into a memory of movement

low steam rises from rooftops into the pale blue quiet

evening settles, and somehow I feel closer to you