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.