Coffee cups clanging, crashing, kissing lips

The bittersweet bliss of a “day off.

Market chatter, barter songs and siren calls,

Glittery glass and cold concrete—

The sounds of Saturday:

Steel beams, rusted links and children playing;

A week’s anxiety collected in a corner cubicle;

The city sings its song of release

As I seek

Green relief for my concrete fever.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: