riveter palette

The rivets once jittered
under the batter fashion.

The pummeled knocks
of letting one have it.

Clouts spread by force
to grasp on their sheets.

The arched roads of the els,
already stood over
a hundred years,
the patient spectators
of mass transit
gave under oath
of forged steel testimony
chip of the old block;
men and women
pass by.

Passed the cars underneath
which spoil the streets
with their gasses,
like horsepower once did
with its dung.

I am privileged
to be amongst
friends of steel,
who sing in
quicksilver tone
rather than chatter.

I become whole
when I follow
the track
underground
and above
in colors
of my silk brush.