My city, my baby
she wraps me up in her hum
as soles make contact with pavement

faded asphalt and crumbling leaves
line my walk to restoration

as I fade into the crowd
no longer owing smiles to every eyecontact

she consumes me
my pain
my secrets
my effort

no longer moving with my own two feet
but her lull sweeps me
pulling with a car horn here
a siren there
the clatter of tracks in the distance

my anxieties are consumed
by blents of sticky sweet dough
passing tobacco
seasoned lamb

she pulls me from the depths of my mind
by the confrontation of traffic
the impact of a red man flasihing with five seconds left
not looking twice as your stride alone will protect

Her stories and glass
growing up up up
with every stomp towards her heart

this is home
oh how I've missed my love