Concrete and Tarmac - Urban Sonnet

Concrete and Tarmac Betwixt concrete grey and tarmac blackness creeps the wand’ring eye of lazy sunrise drawing inland sweet hint of windblown fresh awakening the breaking surf’s curled sighs blue docks echo a seagulls lonely cries grounded beneath dark ever shifting skies Red eyes survey commuters as they pass long tails and oily hair in silent haste reflected in stores high end looking glass first streaking rays of sunrise breaking chaste upon the heated scowl of brownstone face glaring at a history time disgraced Purveyors of a stream of urban wealth small businesses subsisting day to day seek sustenance ‘neath Wall Street’s wily stealth hard fortunes made and lost on shell game tray cold suits and leather bags too soon passe how soon the predator becomes the prey Alas, concrete and tarmac, faded pawns, await the rise and fall of breaking dawns ©1/21/2018 submitted to – Urban Sonnet – Poetry contest sponsor – Laura Loo