The Inner Harbor, Baltimore, January 8 a.m. - Baltimore Post-ExaminerBaltimore Post-Examiner

The Inner Harbor, Baltimore, January 8 a.m.

The dimpled water can’t decide

On inscrutable green

Or metallic gray.

 

The sky, a quilt of whites, grays,

Patches of scudding charcoal sewn in,

Sheds a few loose threads of snow

That get entangled in the morning’s hair.

 

Towers, pavilions, boxes at the water’s edge

Proffer their utilitarian beckoning mind,

Cast concrete steeled with logical support

As massive, all pervasive as the raw air.

 

To the east the briefest spy of sun

Caught in a sparkling act of sabotage

teases for a moment, but then is gone

From the windows in solid-citizen stone.

 

Too late , I think poetry, not business…..


About the author

Dan Cuddy

Dan Cuddy is currently an editor of the Loch Raven Review and in the past has been a contributing editor with the Maryland Poetry Review, and with Lite: Baltimore’s Literary Newspaper. He has been published in many small magazines over the years, e.g. NEBO, Antioch Review, Connecticut River Review and online at Praxilla, The Potomac, and L‘Allure des Mots. In 2003 his book of poems “Handprint On The Window” was published by Three Conditions Press Contact the author.
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