City Hall

running for the rooftop
through a darkness in the spiral stairs
we heard it pulling seams
out of our honest skies

and throwing wide the final door
we came to see the skyline gleaming
under bursts of circles, streaks of gold and white

as our countrymen beneath us crowed
a century tugging at our shirtsleeves
this is our belonging to the city,
we all sensed it then, as one

fireworks over city hall
echoes over canyon suburbs