Bruce Morse

Rookie (9/22/'43 / NYC)

Cleopatra's Needle

Cleopatra’s Needle threads the earth at noon
Through the warm gaze of the eye of the sun.
I look into the sky and see your face
And think somehow the world is kept in place
The way a child holds a bright balloon.

Two years ago I wandered through this park
Looking for something I could never find
And often the memories that came to mind

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