Lost in concrete canyons,
lined with glass and steel,
inhabited by metal monsters,
with shiny teeth and high-pitched growls.

The canyon floor teems,
critters following along paths,
all headed somewhere,
with a semblance of importance.

Flashing lights of three colors
seems to control the flow,
stopping and starting,
as they change in pattern.

The smell ranges from
delicious sweet somethings,
to acrid black clouds that burn
and on to aromas better and worse.

Shadows dominate most of the day
but when the sun is at its peak,
a light like no other reflects and blinds
off shiny, objects and walls, incredible.