i
Scoping the sky
I see a trail of birds
cross a path within,

split, and marry
upon other side of a hill.

Now time to find my own
path.

Within the next
few days witness a sky
as bright as this,

unite and conform
with obligation, just as
each morning is lit.

Although, for now,
(this very moment) I can
relax,

observe the refurbishment
of an isolated city—

take note of it's destruction,
and how it's managed,

as I do my best to breath
in its success.


ii
the river seems to
treat him well, more so
then the food.

No food for me today;
coffee, and the hunt for
a cigarette.

The man is gone.
An unfinished structure,
it's rigidness planned,

missing bits plea for
imagination.
—
Everything seems to
move much slower than
yesterday.

The river
remains the same,

minus the wake of
a few small boats.

Today is stiff, but
I don't care,

I'll save my worry
for tomorrow.

iii
Today
the river fails

to reflect
the charisma
I need

to keep me
from

this
city's isolated
silence.

The nooks
and crannies
only those

with a
whole lot of nothing
and a lot to show for it
could ever care
to visit.
—
Today
I become one

with all those
who are

homeless,

whose voices go
unnoticed,

hearts as
worn as their
attire.
—
Today
the system
fails me,

as I do
myself—

and as the
day gathers its
momentum,

as
laborers
force dust
into

the sky,

as first birds
seize flight
in search for food

I search to find my
place of rest.

iv
As I look to what is
now forgotten, and all
brand new,

instead of dirt I see children
secured by
wooden architecture,

insecure if nothing,
elevated above an array of
Freshly planted trees,

allocated seats for the parents.

I count my blessings, think no
real thought at all
—
The universe
will thank me soon,

yet not until
this city has completely
transformed,

all these children,
climbing high,

have long forgotten
this day.