[MOSAIC] AN INVITATION

[Casey1532 at aol.com]

Hello,
 
I am from New York so I might be reading  too much into the poem. My thoughts 
went to September 11. She is using the  operator because that is her link 
out. 
She imagines herself standing before the glass wall high over Lake Shore  
Drive, the cars below fanning into the city. She is inside one of the towers 
imagining the outside walls as those  where her brother lives. East she can see 
all the way to Gary and the  great gray clouds of exhaustion rolling over the 
lake where her vision ends.  This is where her brother lives. She sees the  
exhaustion of the "cars" or the smoke of the fires.  At such height  there's 
nothing, no birds, no growing, no noise. She leans her sweating forehead  against 
the cold glass, shudders, and puts down the receiver. She is high in the towers 
away from life -  shudders, resolved to the situation, puts down the 
receiver. 
 
I have never been good at inferences in  poetry but these were my initial 
thoughts.
 
Karen