Lorrain Glass

By Peter Halstead

Mountains spilling down the montage
Of a window’s cubist stair,
Jumble with the brick collage
Of the boxlike village square,

Our idyllic valley over-manned
With reflections in its glass,
Copies that have made the land
Resonate with manufactured mass,

Framing time’s assembled casements
In their industrial replacements.

Tippet Alley
October 18th, 2009