
The city carefully layers
gold and silver under our ribs
creating an echo and rhythm
a precarious balance
within our very soul
vibrating chords our fingers
can only hope to strum
as we become part
of the beautiful cacophony
undulating wave after wave
of hope and despair, joy and sorrow
love and loss, light and shadow
while we walk the maze of streets
under the protective shelter
of steel and wood giants





















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I'm a country mouse/city mouse.
Montreal? Have you been? Sort of like a French NYC.
I hope you get to visit again.
Thanks for sharing with Gather’s Luminous Writers & Artists.
Thanks for sharing with Surreal Circus
Featured with grace in the The Surreal Circus.
Any time you want to return, just let me know. :)
/skinned-umbrellas