Classic Poem

is a condition —
of bedrooms whose electricity

is brickish or made into
T beams — They dangle them

on wire cables to the tops
of Woolworth buildings

five and ten cents worth —
There they have bolted them

into place at masculine risk —
Or a boy with a rose under

the lintel of his cap
standing to have his picture

taken on the butt of a girder
with the city a mile down —

captured, lonely cock atop
iron girders wears rosepetal

smile — a thought of Indians
on chestnut branches

to end " walking on the air "