Poetry About Detroit

Morning moves steel-gray across the Detroit River. An old plant whistle survives inside memory. Motown bass slips from an open car window. Gardens rise on lots where houses once stood. The city knows both labor and reinvention. Brick by brick, Detroit keeps choosing tomorrow.

Return once more to the exact detail. An old plant whistle survives inside memory. Its silence contains more than we expected. The city knows both labor and reinvention. Careful seeing becomes its own reply. Brick by brick, Detroit keeps choosing tomorrow.

Morning moves steel-gray across the Detroit River. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Motown bass slips from an open car window. It returns us to the river, auto plants, music, neighborhoods, labor, change, and a city remaking itself. The city knows both labor and reinvention. The day continues with a more attentive heart.