Those tall vast buildings, a skyline with care.
Snow melts a little and the storm drain sings.
Marvelous vehicles expose the air.
Breathe in, breathe out, the toxins make us scream.
Concrete slabs we walk, further our shins splint.
Asphalt, that certain darkness, unites us.
Movement through bodies, sounds, lights come and end.
Last call! Then everyone retreats by bus.
The stench in the alleyway, so harmful,
With discarded food from the restaurant.
Steam rises from sewers looking dreadful.
Alone she sings my dearest debutante.
Under the street lamp she sang lullabies.
I close my eyes tonight, and say goodbye.
By: Logan Arey