The Edge of Intersections

 

Like crossed swords  

By which pedestrians and drivers

Are bled white and driven through,

Waiting forever to move,

A scene arrives in an immense reflection

On these edges

Of a swift waving blade of light

Flashing off the bodies of cars. 

In the heat waves and white-yellow glare

Striking off of the streets, people, and buildings

These edges descend straight

Into the heart

Of the city

Like a sudden blows of swords

Coming down inside the eye brought down to its knees

Along the long line of avenues and cars as far

As sight can see.

Intersection after intersection leading

Anywhere inside the tangled maze of the city

Transfixed by a vision of the terrible so sublime

That the eye pierced by the scene

Must close because it is too harsh and bright

And blood needs to replenish inside the heart and mind.