the city of brown bricks
and asphalt paved walkways
lies between the great river
and the fields of red grapes
imposing with austere lines,
dust and smoke curl its brow
glass and steel, gold and silver
crowns its hair glossy and urbane
commuters traverse the lamposts
like busy sightless ants in a freeway
but for the musician who plays
violin in crowded subway for coins,
whilst a pedestrian ambles
along the edge of the trapeze wire,
i did not see, as the sun shaded
the skyline in taupe and muted salmon
Posted for : Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Photo Challenge
and D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics - Undercurrents . Writing about a city since I spend most of my time working in the big city.