Urban portraits 3: City lights


In every street my feet tread

the neon bulbs of urban life

does arrest —

my weak eyes used to evening


my mind waiting for rest.

I hear them hiss like hypnotic snakes

with sundry colored eyes

fighting one another to bend me to their

commercial will.

These lights are the veins of the city

they do not sleep nor do they rest

and even in the sun’s jealous glare

they do still shine as a million

fireflies in a noisy, dirty jar.


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