Cities Change

although,
cities change
and landscapes become
strangers,
buildings turn into monsters,
and corners desolate
signposts.

the streets
remain the same
hard beds for homeless, cold rivers
quietly winding downtown,

the taste
of the dust
or the smell of the
rain on gardens,
of lost friends.

Urchins,
wondering when the morning comes
restless words and trembling hands
will i ever eat again?

notheless
in dreams,
i find comfort
and peace in a cloud.

and lie down
every night
breathing deep.
taking in the city, the street.
so that
the seed may take root.

And dig deep.
to claim,
and belong.

Inspired by a verse by Andrew Doull.

27 june 2005