The city’s sprawl enthrals my mind <br />A cloak or shawl of diamond light, <br />The jewels flickering, never-ending. <br /> <br />A developer’s mistake, government’s nightmare, <br />The spawner of the daily commutes <br />Beeping horn, the daily flare <br /> <br />Is tonight to me a signal, the vast city’s <br />On my wavelength as I search <br />For a familiar channel: an ex, <br /> <br />Potential lover, old friend <br />They are out there in the black air <br />The orange and yellow lightness of it. <br /> <br />Perhaps there’s a light that’s flickering <br />Its own uncertain signal, trawling through <br />Fuzz and mazes of noise, coming towards me? <br /> <br />The city’s a friend tonight on the search <br />For the meaning of blackness, the refuge <br />Of those incandescent blots in between; <br /> <br />Like a dream that sparkles but dims when the morning comes.<br /><br />Seán O Muiríosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-night-fm/
