the edge of the city

Very simply, I'm hoping to create little pieces of work that convey the feelings certain places in the world give you and the sense of life they have. Feel free to join in, travellers and poets, it's just for fun.

the pigeon wing pulse

that beats along with your walking pace;

heels click, arches crumble

and toes press flat

in delightful melancholic sequence

; the humdrum music of you

against the angst-ridden whining of the street.

paving slab cracks and slivers of light between towers

make pauses

, staccato

, and traffic lights herald the start of a new wave

in a metronome drone of a heartbeat.

The End

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