my city

My city breathes, from the slow but emanating smog
That fills all spaces, green and not green alike

And here, the tall and shining pillars of prosperity emerge

In them, the poisoned air puts poisoned minds to work

My city listens, to the thundering of old trains on older tracks

To ritualistic hordes that tread not gently, in stifling packs

A harmony of rush that climbs to a crescendo at morn

And once again, just before dusk if you missed the first one

My city sleeps, as moonlight slips into alleys dark and unforgiving

Amber lights blink, as the dead of night is looming

One moment of a wintry desolation that so swiftly perishes

Before the warm sun has it's due at dawn and life replenishes