Riccardo’s Memory


“The rooftop skyline gives me the contrast of the natural and the manmade” – Riccardo Taylor

In the city, nature only exists above.
The sky pours blue down into the cracks
between the sky scrapers.

Artificial environments carved
out decades ago
by people books don’t talk about.
The blue bled closer to the ground.

Here and there a bird adds a bit of motion.

The sun tracks
cross pruned straight sycamores, walnuts and elms
embedded between blocks of concrete and glass.

Out in the distance,
green peeks out
from behind little rectangles of wood and plaster.
But only for a moment; it retreats more each day.

Downtown sits low,
scooped out of the hillside
by creatures so large
they filled the basin when they stopped to rest.