Streets
urban streets rain streaked
reflecting back at me
corner grime built slowly
happens to be solely lonely
I see footsteps remotely
grouped closely they see
the obvious purpose no interest of us
no life no love no trust
urban city concrete devising
tiles marble tar stone rising
smoke does billow and grow from down below
the jungle rumbles low in tone
reflections shatter and the footsteps
or what was left
bounded distance great depths
turn so useless
as the tumor wipes and forgets
what was beget
by moments passing reset
the rain keeps falling on this urban fortress
and I move forward nonetheless
as my feet slap on concrete strong depress
the city pays no heed addling
as the streets greet missing me
in their clapping listening
the ending mission epiphany
memories return shimmering
my soul now trickling
I leave my footprints glistening
on these streets.
