City

city sounds like city

urban raw and full of pity

for the deaf and the blind

ocean in the black street below

waves like traffic on

on asphalt or hot tar or

whatever it takes however far you go

through city sounds
cotton silent and underground
paths for the hearing and sighted

flushed with wine glass feeding

words of remembering

metro gone north for the

geese that race safe to the reservoir

city breathes as city does

scratching earth for life

for love of urban scent requited

in the lungs the after thoughts

underneath the gaming noughts

killer boots upon the ground

poetry left unrenowned

city wandering

cold called floundering

she remains unknown

she remains a foundling

eyeing age with a heart in disguise
bars are loaded

she folds under the skies
wine is still coded her age defies

city wandering

cold called floundering

she remains unknown

she remains a foundling

she retrains the song
she remains the wanderer