Urban Vision
Under the blazing sun
the dwellers in the asphalt
homeland
swelter and head home
to cool down
The few clouds in the sky
promise no rain
The urban masses reach for peace
Taste summer in their very bones
The old and the young
yearn for relief
Late afternoon morphs
into memory
Auto lights turn on , streetlights
cut through shadow
with a thousand splinters of light
Eyes peer out from a thousand
rooms
As the blazing sun is
replace by a full moon
lovers embrace
weary workers head out for
cold beer
A thousand times a thousand sighs
can be heard
The urban masses have their
own hopes
Fufillment may come later
before the cycle of
night and day
is completed once more
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