Poem: Bernal Hill

 

Bernal Hill 

by Randall Mann

 

Something has to give.

We stand above it all.

Below, the buildings’ tall

but tiny narrative.

 

The water’s always near,

you say. And so are you,

for now. It has to do.

There’s little left to fear.

 

A wind so cold, one might

forget that winter’s gone.

The city lights are on

for us, to us, tonight.

 

(source: Poetry magazine)

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