The city reeks of decay.
Buildings crumble like
so much daily bread.
My heart swims through
the murky depths.
Glub, glub.
Struggling towards a
source of light.
Yet walking down
steamy streets I stop.
A gentle fragrance like
morning sunlight
hits, hits, hits.
Eyes flash and find…
a window box garden.
Gardenias of spring
blessing the day with
small blossoms of radiance.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
The city reeks of decay.
Buildings crumble like
so much daily bread.
My heart swims through
the murky depths.
Glub, glub.
Struggling towards a
source of light.
Yet walking down
steamy streets I stop.
A gentle fragrance like
morning sunlight
hits, hits, hits.
Eyes flash and find…
a window box garden.
Gardenias of spring
blessing the day with
small blossoms of radiance.