City Haste
The city is a grand illusion
Made of individual human dreams,
And if you blink for
Just a moment,
You will see
it dissipates
To a figure eight,
hope and aspiration, stitched
together at the seams
by human beings.
City yawn,
Shrugged shoulders,
Observations made, conclusions drawn.
Abba sits back
and smiles,
And with a single breath
Reverts it all
to flowing grass and streams.
