Cityscape

the

 

art of                                                                  
scraping
& flying

high, clear
in the panes
of expansive mirrored
greyness 

begin, 

in 
a
ready                                                                                                           
made city
of wonder
to explore

with unknown skies,
grey &
sparkling with rain
& black beetles
rush across the
distances of straight lines
along splashes
of yellow taxi backs
over the lanes and lanes
of traffic,

the honk beep
movement
carries
the faint taint of exhaust
in the back of your throat,
seeping in,
amid walk signs
& those reflective windows,

where,
up above,
in the foggy clouds,
where the rain falls,
hish hish 
looking down upon this beauty,

near to where the moon dwells,
where nothing is as it seems,
& as the appearance of the city
from these great heights
belies its true soul,

which can be seen, walking,
on the city
drip drip  
streets,
a display of where truth lies,
in arms as wide as the Atlantic
& as deep as the Hudson
who hides your secrets
 
the soul of the city is in the streets,
in the people

seen everywhere all through
everything,
 
a storm of winter coats & umbrellas
& and thundering click stomp tap pat click bum stomp feet
on concrete sidewalks
in a beating in time rhythm
of each heartthump
after heartthump
after heartthump
in a deep unending hymn of
forward & backward & towards
the past & future
smothering every one in pelting city slickness
from everywhere & everything
 
seeping into sewers & overturned garbage cans
& far away on the sure wings of steady weaving wind
 
high above & chasing around the ankles of everyone you meet
& caught between city air city turf city smell city people

all along the edges of buildings & inside their walls
with the wires & pipes & plumbing
inside corners & under thin loose floorboards 

the sleety glossy city mist of patterns,
 
of sky on puddles &
the soaring stretch of their unseen peaks
echoed in driver’s side mirrors & sidewalk cracked on the edges
& window washers & hospitals & neon lights
bars & stop signs & store fronts & pickpockets
theatres & cellos on the corner & people living in alleyways
doorsteps & voices & walks home & hotels & apartments & fire escapes

they come together

all as one as all

to become the bits & puzzle pieces
that reveal
where the soul of cities truly lie 

not high above,
but in the streets & in the lives

cityfree verse

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