Metropolitan Metamorphosis

While rediscovering an old coffee haunt the other night, I scratched the following words onto a few pages in my notebook. It is probably more of a rather lengthy run-on sentence than a poem, but I'm filing it under "poetry" nonetheless.

Metropolitan Metamorphosis

What it was

          (disease ridden corporate corruption

          battles over money, money over life,

          life passed by living used up under a

          bridge forgotten... hazily forgotten)

has everything to do with

what it is

          (urban renewal stainless steel titanium

          reinforced panels panes of glass and

          cables over a river flowing by those

          we have forgotten... anxiously forgotten)

and what it is

          (sprawling populations filling towers

          of lofts penthouse views looking over

          an ever expanding sea of suburban sprawl

          pushed by those who are hastily forgetting)

has everything to do with

what will be

          (shining towers standing aside crumbling

          ancient bricks filled with some who moan and

          others who act and those who try to remember

          all of what we've so carelessly forgotten.)

KLF (11/02/06)

Pre-altered image of LoDo and Cherry Creek via Denver Cityscape