The sky is white
The same as the car
The same as the cat
And thunder roars across it
Or was that an engine
The complex's
Warm brown walls
Cut by shadows
Of high ceilinged work spaces
Echoes with the sound
Of various motors
And engines
And machines
Whirring
And clanking
And cursing
The air
The darkness of the warehouse
Concrete floors
Cheap wood walls
Lit by flashes
Orange sparks
White electricity
Smoke
Like snakes
Dissipating
Into the air
Humid air
Used air
Dirty air
Full of sound
And color
And light
And dark
This is the beauty
Of a metal shop
YOU ARE READING
What I See
Poetrypoetry by me of everyday scenery Sometimes I upload in quick succession Be sure to check the part number, that you're not missing a part (even though they aren't connected by story line)
