Robert Creeley

(Battery) There

Wherever it was, I took this place
To be in mind as well as there
Where persons walked with muffled forms,
Marked by the high sky's yellow glare.

The measured look placed all in squares,
Boxed by a distance fixed in space.
Lampposts blackened against the day.
The shuffled passage of persons faded.

The building, it seemed, they would never get to.
Its vertical strips of window reflected
Light from a world they might have heard of,
But, try as they would, they would never reach.