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.
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