Towers stretching to the sky, made of steel,
Sewer smoke and worn rubber in the air,
Hot dogs and exhaust and trash under heel,
Sirens wailing endlessly in despair,
In the restless streets, horns honk and tires screech;
As a garbage truck backs into the road,
On the sidewalk, a small dog yanks at its leash,
A smoggy sky where stars forget to load.
My eyes and ears and nose all start to bleed,
As I am overwhelmed by its absence;
To see my home city is what I need-
I seethe and sigh and smell the suburbs' scents.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
Towers stretching to the sky, made of steel,
Sewer smoke and worn rubber in the air,
Hot dogs and exhaust and trash under heel,
Sirens wailing endlessly in despair,
In the restless streets, horns honk and tires screech;
As a garbage truck backs into the road,
On the sidewalk, a small dog yanks at its leash,
A smoggy sky where stars forget to load.
My eyes and ears and nose all start to bleed,
As I am overwhelmed by its absence;
To see my home city is what I need-
I seethe and sigh and smell the suburbs' scents.
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