this city

I don't even mind the clouds and drizzle
the people bundled up in their coats,
the push and pull of the river of cars.

I'm in love with the way the roads twist
and mingle with each other.
They dip, coil, and turn themselves around
over the river, under the river,
enjoying the grass under the sun's brief rays.

I don't mind the silence between strangers
the silent agreement among the crowd
to not say a word.

I'm in love with the way the city opens itself,
once you hit it with a hammer.
The corner pubs filled to the brim,
and filling to the brim,
and explodes out of its seam with creativity.


I don't mind the drizzle,
or the silence,
or the way everyone is allowed to be
exactly who they want to be.