A river runs through the city

Written by: Sharon Well

Like wild fire, tempers flare, 
shots and stabs, city streets tainted,
crime and sin, people glare, 
my river runs through it, vindicated.

Awake before the sun, and the sleepy city,
Of possibilities, fascinated,
the night of revel fun, the waning dignity,
my river runs through it, intoxicated.

gleaming flower, bride in white,
a new life is born and designated.
the old man’ death, his last ride,
my river runs through it, celebrated.