High above the city
With my face pressed against the glass
I watched the lights dance
with the people,
looking like rhythmical black specs
jockeying for position
on the gray pavement blew
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
High above the city
With my face pressed against the glass
I watched the lights dance
with the people,
looking like rhythmical black specs
jockeying for position
on the gray pavement blew