This city breathes
the city stirs and turns
this city is a sleeping tiger
a moving, boulevard-striped back
skyscrapers like strands of fur on end
it raises its young here
it is a mother tigress
as its cubs play and sleep on her warm body
their paws pound the pavement
they feel it move
her beating heart resonates in every beam and sewer grate
her roar is in the screeching subways
the bustling voices and
blaring horns of the streets
the calls of the preachers
the drums on the sidewalks
every cash register in
every deli
the sobs
the gasps
the spoken word of her clan
she moves in
strange
ways
she is a firm parent
and rears her children strong
and when they come, she will break them
remake them
rebuild them as stronger beings
she watches her offspring as their hearts
grow and
break and
grow
and she caresses and toughens
the tigress is strange
her young are countless and strangers
bound only by a love,
however deep,
however dim,
for their cubhood home.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Smell the rain
Before you see
Then the sound
Before you see
Realize what it means
And the damp air is summer
It holds much more than I thought
And I am struck
By the beauty
Like a pinch to the cheek
The promises that this summer holds
Are romantic
And earnest
And so sweet and almost there
It calls to me
To claim my days
And grip the rains
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC