
days of confinement
wandering halls and finding
the nearest exit

days of confinement
wandering halls and finding
the nearest exit
the time has passed
no longer does winter sun
come through the window
gleaming in sunlight
a structure of steel and glass
the gift of five cranes
A gift of having a regular route on one’s commute is being able to see changes over time. The source of this “haiku” is the site of a new downtown convention hotel that broke ground two years ago. Here’s a link to a post from back then: sentinels