City Poems: Alexandria

Towards the butterfly collection of Years
off-set by pins slipping the shadow-box

acceptable, at least, and in that…
Left, every so slight, of the Center, in reorganization,
in all the Belief-structured carefully over Joining Time, it is quite
enough.
X-markings any Height where Civilization, in its ancient entirety
Ascended near the Crossroads of Desert and Worthlessness, between---
deep into the archival experience;
relating burned manuscripts and antiquity wafting on a Breeze off the Sea
interns and students, captured by Extremists, and the Mediterranean.
About---perhaps, in the End, any height reached is quite enough.