City Imagined (1)
City are many
Face music sensation

Clarity fracture
Touch colour taste

City are city
people are river
Your eyes are a mirror
In the night shining

City Imagined (2)
Every day in the city a beginning an ending a need to remember. Don’t wait for a story, all the heroes are you. Close quiet your eyes and the future steps forward. Awake alive alert, smokestreams spark-shedding curve colour around you. The eye of the storm is your own cool still centre. The eye of the storm is still you.

City Imagined (3)
The elevator doors slide together. I hold out my hand. Decision. A beat. I pull my hand away, a beat too late. My silhouette stains the dull gold, split neatly down the center. The elevator call light is dark. He is gone and the beat was my decision. Perhaps tomorrow, in a day or a year. Perhaps the beat has shaped ever after.

I wrote these for my friend U when she went to New York City

The elevator doors slide together. I hold out my hand. Decision. A beat. I pull my hand away, a beat too late. My silhouette stains the dull gold, split neatly down the center. The elevator call light is dark. He is gone and the beat was my decision. Perhaps tomorrow, in a day or a year. Perhaps the beat has shaped ever after.

Every day in the city a beginning an ending a need to remember. Don’t wait for a story, all the heroes are you. Close quiet your eyes and the future steps forward. Awake alive alert, smokestreams spark-shedding curve colour around you. The eye of the storm is your own cool still centre. The eye of the storm is still you.