Poetic Suggestions

Sunday, December 10, 2006

The city

From this height
the sounds of the city
meld into a dull roar
like a great beast
breathing out fire
from its nostrils

It speaks to me...
But its not telling me
anything I need to hear
until one sound
cuts through
Her voice...

Her voice triggers a response of panic as always:
"Where are you going?"