
Painting by Amy Casey.
The City
Have you been to The City?
When you read this
is it among colours?
The rush of infinity ants
passing gold and crimson
The founders,
their drinks on blueprint coaster
the wasted nights
Them of the bridge
bowing and swaying at the will of Aeolus
No shelter cushions the blow
Behind the unnatural tribute
a greening artifact is a gridiron play
If any of these places exist so must this thought
There is no City apart from the minds of those who live there
and a city is not a City until it believes …