Winter leaps from an open canister – sea salt popcorn.
A popped piece of light
hangs in the distance – green like Gatsby.
Everywhere activity - glass tapestries
hang along the walkways, filled
with evening footsteps, pattering.
Something important is happening.
the city sprawls underneath the sheets,
a grey blanket swaddles a purple tower.
Just before I close my eyes, I can hear many voices becoming one.
They keep saying,
we were once like you,
we were once like you.