CITY BENEATH THE STARS

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City Beneath the Stars
Van Turner, 1990


The smell of a bus hits me
As rain pours on the asphalt
In the light-pointed night


From far away I could see
What is, I think, a fault
We all share in the right


The magnificence of the star-sea
Above and the light-vault
Below us, for granted taken; night


Creations of God, great is He,
And creations of Man, with faults,
Together with such might

 

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