City house – for dVerse.

I will weave walls out of grey smoke

and bright mirrored neon

fallen shattered in puddles,

and all the windows

will look out over the  lights

that net the city. We will look down

from our high place

and drink the nightclub rhythm

from glasses that reflect

shop window glitter. Night will curl

in the corner like a stray cat,

and the ceiling will be saffroned

by streetlamps.

Dawn will come calling

before we sleep, and our

lullaby will be the clank

of delivery vans, and the footsteps

of early risers.

 

Another one for dVerse. I’m living in the country, so of course I dream of the city.