Summer in the City


The silence and the stillness

Of the traffic

In the instant

Before the turning of the light


The quiet humming of cicadas in the far distance,

The dim roar of the ocean and her tides further still,

And the ever-present, dull throb of one’s own heartbeat,

Until there is nothing

Save for the wait,

The noiselessness,

And the absolute calm

Of three thousand five hundred and forty two

Wild horsepower

Holding their collective breath

As the light shifts

From red

To green.


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A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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