the city with the brilliant ears

Neurotic nostalgia insisted
Clamped tight like the airways of a drowning victim
Struggling frenziedly for life and I too, struggled
I struggled to liberate myself
Imbedded in that plastic smile and the materialism only money and sweat shop labor could buy
But everyday I yearn for the poetry of the city’s grey skies
Mysterious and enticing
How it captivates my senses
Penetrates me with all its complexity
And at the same moment, its arresting simplicity
Cuffed to me like the hippie on Market Street that chained her wrists to the door of the corporate office and refused to move
Until someone listened
And the city with all its ears
Heard me
And her
And all of us.