A new poem written over coffee in a bookstore
IN THE CITY In the city I remember green you can smell and breezes you can hear; Clean rain Silent mists Spider webs glistening and solitude that stretches far and wide… In the city I live with mostly greys, Harsh vivid colors slicing it in pieces; The smell of industy Burning coffee beans like tar; Howling traffic Pressing crowds, eye never meeting eye and solitude a tight defense around you… In the city time is cut in segments unforgiving resistant to the slightest alteration of The Plan: Run... Sign in to see full entry.