Lost in silence,
craving screams,
this is how the city dreams.
Nightmares are an empty street,
the boulevard needs bustling feet.
Taxi cabs and paper stands,
buses filled with busy men.
Tears of homeless all around,
trash from people falling down.
Little bitty watered yards,
parking meters, booted cars.
Fire sprinklers spaying water,
cooling down our sons and daughters.
Pigeons cooing at our feet,
this is what the city seeks.
To stay alive and never sleep,
this is what the city dreams.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cities-dreams/
