Building And Red Sky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Building and red sky
Always come on
In their low and high
Till they are gone

Giving their city capers
In gray tone concrete
Ambitions are skyscrapers
In wall to wall debate

People there walking
Most of their time
Squabbling and talking
As the shadows climb

Red blood and darkish
Sometimes they beguile
Of a more spacey wish
In another kind of style

Building’s top breezy
Buzzing in their blow
Rocket high isn’t easy
As the times onward go

Neither is there living
In its pathways steel
Only mirrors giving
For both touch and feel…