sunday morning buckhead

against clear azure these fresh happy towers
announce a city rising from the green
in autumn when the air is pretty clean
and there is leisure for some shining hours
before the monster once again devours
all that we take to become and to mean
and chews us up and sends us from the scene
having exhausted all our working powers
wealth is concrete and also wood and brick
the cars all gleam in the atlanta sun
and nature is divided by straight lines
we cannot learn just how to pull this trick
but wonder at just what has been begun
to put in shadow all these leafy pines