Sweet-swept City

Beyond the dark alley
And musky street
Vacant building
And scream screeching muffler,
Past the cacophonous can kicked debris
The moon sweet night
whispers its admiration
In the resilience,
The patient faith in these rusted gutters
And calm, creaking fire-escape anthems
There’s a heart buried beneath this pavement,
A throbbing energy that rips through this city
Begging for creations of art, anarchy
Madness and the soft taste of Tuesday night dreams
Anyone can see the blackness, the grim depth of cracked and cold urban caverns
But those who perfectly catch the dim light,
Painting these figures like giants upon brownstone
How can they, how can we, forget about the indomitable soul of this concrete landscape?


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