Year: 
2017

buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
 
          *
 
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
 
          *
 
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
 
          *
 
steam in the streets
with century old pipes bursting—
dreams of the riders
new as the city is old
 
          *
 
dark and still
the buildings watch
the empty streets below
as people gather
in windows, unaware
 
          *
 
soon there is a chorus
(one life is not enough)—
the flap of wings in the morning
and the crumbs cast off
by those old and alone
 
          *
 
there were bodies
many bodies
above, below the streets
and all were once with the city
all were once as one
 
          *
 
wind howled
through marked up canyons—
we braced ourselves
and howled back
 
          *
 
courtyards and roof decks—
places where we met
and drank our secret thoughts
in the nooks
where no one could see
 
          *
 
musicians wander
somewhere leaving notes
around the corners
where it is empty
as the night
 
          *
 
day divides
the bold into pieces
wrapped in curtains
closed to strangers
 
          *
 
she came down the stairs
hurried as someone left behind
 
          *
 
children laughed
running as she walked—
around the corner
and gone forever

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