Crystal City
  by Henry Burt Stevens
 

   As a bald eagle flies higher to see farther
   my vision soars to search for Crystal City.

   Shimmering sights soar before me
   an immense construction being built.

   Every added crystal flashes facets
   sending sunlight to the edge of distant darkness.

   The brightness alone causes me to shudder
   as a quick cold wind on summer skin.

   Soon, mist like cataracted eyes dismisses all
   and lands me on my feet again.

   But I remember crystal fragments and sparkle chips,
   and thrill again, pressing for another view.

Someday, all Crystal City will be explored, mapped,  known 
by those who follow over many million years.

   

    
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