so poured in and out

By day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul.
Prairie and valley, streets of the city, pour people into
it and they mingle among its twenty floors and are
poured out again back to the streets, prairies and
valleys.
It is the men and women, boys and girls so poured in and
out all day that give the building a soul of dreams
and thoughts and memories.
(Dumped in the sea or fixed in a desert, who would care
for the building or speak its name or ask a policeman
the way to it?)

Carl Sandburg, Skyscraper

Three cullings for today:

• Winter Squall from No Traces
• 01.28.2007 from shadowphoto
• 299 from Edmund Leveckis

There’s a new on-line lit mag in the neighborhood! Check out TorkStar–you won’t be disappointed.