Dec 02, 2018 23:54
what are you looking for, in this city of light
circuit of stars
endless reel of oncoming cars
women in saris mill around.
cigarette butt leaves lips,
pounds ground.
to feel the wind, keep moving.
subwoofers pulse with pedestrian green.
a cat darts across a pram.
at the end you will find a bench.
on it your thoughts
float up to the stem,
crinkle lightly, carry away.
from these palm line roads, retrace
new astrological signs.
poem