The air hanging over this sub-urban demense
is a sculpted stillness,
with all the ineluctable elegance
of an elaborate, porcelain vase.
Surveying a foreground of indistinct homes,
stretching in rows,
my sight is drawn by some strange magnetism
to an emanating horizon of evergreen trees
which in their stately mystique offer comfort
and stir great wonders within.
Libations pour forth from lips
as dark, distant boughs offer their own,