Fogged in is the Metropolitan Dream
Lost in man's blind vision
To build a city.
Peace escapes the city
...
He is an old man, now -
The brown sinew of his body and hands
Is clearly evidenced in the works
He leaves to man.
...
Jesse
He is a light in the sky
Of weariness
A breath of fresh air
In my life.
I watch him grow
And grow each day.
His world enlarges by the hour -
With his quest to know
And to know `why'.
Each discovery must be explained
With words he understands.
I am happy in the quest
Of each journey he makes
Into the unknown.