Shake off your fog,
our city.

Rise.

Ten thousand windows
mark your eyes:

come trace the raving traffic flow
as buses, cars, and taxis go
with subways, choppers, boats, and planes
across your routes like blood through veins
while scattered walkers gather, pace
before the concrete of your face.

Your shadows wax now you've grow tall,
and few can curb your urban sprawl,

assess your mettle, seize your soul,
appraise your arts, survey the whole,
or sift your music from the noise,
or penetrate your stoic poise,
or calm your reeling pulse at night,
or see beyond your neon light.

Metropolis,
I've heard you
breathe,

your weeping,
sighs.

You scream
and seethe.

You're more
than mortar,
blocks,
or height.

May all
your stories
lend us
sight.