“Nature of a City”
By Mac
Mountains made of glass and steel Glistening in the bright warm sun Frame the shallow valley of streets Though which rivers of black asphalt run Forests of electric and telephone poles Entangled by shimmering vines of wire Line the harden banks of every asphalt river Carrying the ebb and flow of a city’s desires The local denizen of the valley Scurry upon concrete sidewalk banks Or ride in the bellies of belching iron beasts The current of asphalt rivers to thank Black clouds issuing from smoke stacks Float above the hollow valley far below Casting shadows on the asphalt rivers Drifting wisps of darkness, ever so slow Night falls across the black asphalt rivers Neon stars flicker in the dark night sky The nature of a city being artificial It’s imitation the best money can buy Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 11:22 AM PST, RD McManes 0 • 9
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