City, city

-Marci Ridlon

City, city,
Wrong and bad,
Looms above me
When I'm sad,
Throws its shadow on my care,
Sheds its poison
In my air,
Pounds me with its
Noisy fist,
Sprays me with its
Sooty mist.


Till, with sadness
On my face,
I long to live
Another place.

City, city
Golden-clad
Shines around me
When I'm glad,
Lifts me with its
Strength and height,
Fills me with its
Sound and sight,


Takes me to its
Crowded heart,
Holds me so
Won't depart.
Till, with gladness
On my face,
I wouldn't live
Another place.