the camera tires of seeking scenics,
focusing on angle, shadow and the city’s upthrust
where climbers brave their cabins in the sky
to dance with cranes in unison of construct,
– and one dipping a beak heavenward
coats itself with cloud dust
written for Bastet’s Pixelventures: show me a photograph (or photographs) you’re particularly pleased with! I’d also like you to tell me something about it, either in the form of a poem/story or a description of why you like it so much.