
The city grows still, under springtime sky
Shimmering in dusk’s golden light
Apollo weary, begins to rest
Birds fly the coop
Man does his best

writer | écrivain | ékwiven

The city grows still, under springtime sky
Shimmering in dusk’s golden light
Apollo weary, begins to rest
Birds fly the coop
Man does his best

Fade in,
wanderer in city clothes,
strangers you feel like you know,
rushing past on the sidewalk,
in waves of blue and grey.