Well Dressed Young Men

Cloudy days and
well dressed young men
remind me of
buildings tall and
narrow
red-bricked plastered
and corniced
columns framing wide
open porches
lakes of gray with
green scum and
lily pads floating
next to white swans
and woodsy ducks
from stands of trees
thin and darkly
green
nestled below hills
carved to granite
crags overlooking
the old mill where
once the business
was of powder and
guns and fortunes
made
shaped a city by a
harbor where gothic
fantasies
live on