The Hour of Golden Things

Why was no one looking?

Stepping from the curb,
I was blinded for a moment
by a stray ray of sunshine
slanting long between steel towers.

The hour of golden things
had crept in
and sent the light bouncing
off of faces of glass
and into the crevices
and shadows.

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