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PYRAMID ON WALL STREET

 

 
On the crossing of Exchange

Place and Broad Street,
I looked up and

spotted
a pyramid
at the top
of a skyscraper,

a pyramid
like the one
on a Mexican postcard.

I was in a hurry
but stopped,
lit a cigarette
and stared at
the clash of cultures—

a foreign symbol
of the past
on top of today's
icon of progress—

a pyramid from

the ancient Yucatan
at the tip
of the center
of the world's

financial center—

Wall Street,

a pyramid—

painted yellow
by sunbeams—

the reason

I was late.



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