I see the city it could be,
instead of that singular skyline
the hollow rising buildings
above the illusion of canopy.
This morning the haze has left
each angle is in crisp definition
and the hues of atmosphere are
feeding the reflections off the windows.
We drive through the layers of economy:
the skeletons of high rise condominiums;
all the split-level houses on the verge
of middle class authenticity;
homes in code: Section 8, HUD, SERVA,
all the vouchers of choice.
through to the northern tip of Lake Wylie,
where the banks come together
river like and each house
has a spectacular view each other,
like stalls on a fairground.