Picture of Colette on Her Honeymoon
C.W. Bigelow
Atop the Empire State Building
the thick block wall was low enough
to rest her coated elbow, while Maurice
leaned his mid chest on it, cigarette in hand.
It stood erect piercing the smog
sending shadows onto dwarfed buildings below
Dark plumes of smoke drifted into the fog
from one chimney. It was 1935.
There were no restraining fences on the observation deck.
Large charcoal brush strokes of haze hung on rooftops below.
No one had yet to jump from the observation deck,
as they witnessed the unfolding future of humanity.
C.W. Bigelow
Atop the Empire State Building
the thick block wall was low enough
to rest her coated elbow, while Maurice
leaned his mid chest on it, cigarette in hand.
It stood erect piercing the smog
sending shadows onto dwarfed buildings below
Dark plumes of smoke drifted into the fog
from one chimney. It was 1935.
There were no restraining fences on the observation deck.
Large charcoal brush strokes of haze hung on rooftops below.
No one had yet to jump from the observation deck,
as they witnessed the unfolding future of humanity.