Urban Centers
Towers, new or old,
Stay grounded, slim or fat,
Draped bright or in mold,
Wearing hats, fancy or plain flat,
For some masquerade never to end.
Towers, tall or short,
Gaze below, gleefully or brooding,
Around their feet, mobility like in field of sport,
low humming in parking lots and malls, intruding,
Upon the silence of a peaceful sunset.
Towers, lively or dull,
Bear the midday sun drilling their wrinkles,
Sulking morbidly like some numbskull.
One day older, by the time a star twinkles.
Urban life drenched in various colours from dawn to dusk.
(Written in a parking lot of an urban center, while waiting for my son to finish work)
Copyright © Sunita U.D Palawon | Year Posted 2022
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