ONE by one lights of a skyscraper fling their checkering cross work on the velvet gown of night.
I believe the skyscraper loves night as a woman and brings her playthings she asks for, brings her a velvet gown,
And loves the white of her shoulders hidden under the dark feel of it all.
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A bright, brilliant poem, like the lights of a skyscraper at night, when it looks far more beautiful than in the daytime. The skyscraper is like a person looking for someone to love, 'a little dizzy'. I loved the Twin Towers.