Cities Asleep

by sentimentalsurrealist

I

A city seen
from above
and below
on the mirror
of a lake
murk below
sheen above
white above
green below
on waterline
the city grows
reflecting,
rejecting.
Distending,
suspending.

II

A city
whose borders
grow and shrink
depending
on people
there spending
their time in
their houses
perfecting
projecting
fantasies

III

A city
I dreamed of
whose towers
would glisten
like sand on
the beaches
to be swept
away in
tides bearing
ill fortune
ill omens
ill water
I dreamed of
a city
awash in 
the sand.

Awash like
a woman
emerging
from shipwreck
and coughing
out water
from her lungs
expanding
contracting
expending
pretending
grateful and 
gracefully 
her feet on
dry land

 

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