Poem of the Day #3 6/9/17

The City-
     That being the only name she needs-
First, arrives at the eye
Over the great gray rivers of highway
A bloom of steel and brick
A dream
And like a dream,
You enter it first by delving into darkness
Borrowing down to the burnt orange
The halogen subconscious
Only to emerge again,
Not in that glistening dream
but in the canyons
Of glass and concrete
But you cannot let that first dream go
So you carry it with you
And paint it over the red brick
Drape it from the fire escapes
play-act in the coffee shop
     reading Delillo or Proust
Singing its course into cell phones
All while the roads stretch out again
To reach more who will dream her new again

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