April 1, 2006
Cornerstone
The dedication: 1932.
My mom and dad would just have met, in time
to see the floors ascend and end in blue.
They built until they stopped, back then. A dime
would get a copy of the evening news,
an ice cream cone, a tram ride down the Row
to downtown. Maybe they would pick and choose
their mansions -- certainly, the wealthy know
the value of a buck and where to put it.
And every home on Euclid makes dad wonder,
"That thing's so tall. Couldn't be taller, could it?"
But mom is thinking, "No man put asunder".
They'd dig, and get their own foundations set,
and build the skyline's tallest buildings yet.
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