Author James Oppenheim Vast is the city, concealing fires behind its walls, its streets and its faces: So for the adventure I choose the spacious night, And go forth marvelling at what may happen: Tripping along, breathless, on the edge of the possible. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments