City Palace: her lights in
winter an emphatic
will of destinations among metal
trees and concrete ideas.
The remnant Christmas lights
among the way a warm
souvenir of frozen agitation;
hurried shopping in last minute
Among her streets like
a lone man in a gold mine, aware
of so many sudden possibilities_
an automatic any moment
Always heavy, she leads me on,
indiscriminate of variety.
Each traveler the same in
his succession as one coming or
She sits like a river with flow,
the source of the city. Its
anger, in her form, transportation.