Today, I say farewell
to an old friend--a city, groaning
awake through splintered sun, its peaks
in humid haze, while people below walk layers
of history in each paved step, oblivious
what heights hang in her clouds--what hell
may stalk her sewers.
Goodbye, Philadelphia. I hope to come again soon. For now, I'm going home. I never would have guessed I belonged better on the pale shores of London than in the place where I as born, but I find comfort in knowing I am not alone.
And I still love this city, battered trumpet of Brotherly Love. There is nowhere else like it on Earth, and it is mine.
awake through splintered sun, its peaks
in humid haze, while people below walk layers
of history in each paved step, oblivious
what heights hang in her clouds--what hell
may stalk her sewers.
Goodbye, Philadelphia. I hope to come again soon. For now, I'm going home. I never would have guessed I belonged better on the pale shores of London than in the place where I as born, but I find comfort in knowing I am not alone.
And I still love this city, battered trumpet of Brotherly Love. There is nowhere else like it on Earth, and it is mine.