Poem: Geodesics
From 2001 - before 9/11. Surfing for images of the 1964 World's Fair in Flushing Meadows (and that was before Google Earth). Rumours that a geodesic dome had survived and was being used by the zoo. A piece of iconic furniture, quietly rotting away like most of Buckminster Fuller's visions - too far ahead of their time, yet a time that must surely come.
I visited in 2002 but never did see that dome. I hope it's in good shape.
Geodesics
Through splash of autumn trees, a dome
- bright flash of metal-fire
silver meshwork gleaming dimly
overhung with twilight vines
I remember geodesics
crisp in magazine-gloss
the smell of holographic futures
inflatable homes and gardens
The prefab world we bought those mornings
faded under windswept skies
- slow fall into adulthood
knowledge bleak as winter dawn
Somewhere snowdrifts bury radomes
drydocked gunboats rust in peace
Echelon unplugged - a dance of voices
remapping the flat Earth to a sphere