Lost in silence, <br />craving screams, <br />this is how the city dreams. <br />Nightmares are an empty street, <br />the boulevard needs bustling feet. <br />Taxi cabs and paper stands, <br />buses filled with busy men. <br />Tears of homeless all around, <br />trash from people falling down. <br />Little bitty watered yards, <br />parking meters, booted cars. <br />Fire sprinklers spaying water, <br />cooling down our sons and daughters. <br />Pigeons cooing at our feet, <br />this is what the city seeks. <br />To stay alive and never sleep, <br />this is what the city dreams.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cities-dreams/
