Postcards

feel the heartbeat of our city, the pulse rushing through its concrete veins, young while old, shifting while still, and alive

I.
l i s t e n
to the whirs of tires
skidding on broken pavementPostcards program notes - Nina Shekhar
h o n k
racing to an unknown destination
s c r e e e e c h
b e e p
too many promises to keep
and miles to go before they sleep

II.
i have walked these sidewalks before
the familiar cement against my feet
the same lonely trees
dust piles up
an urban wasteland
with forgotten memories
trapped inside each door

III.
do you remember
cotton candy and _____ – ?
spinning in an endless circle
on plastic ponies
surrounded by children
with cheeks rosy
from blood warmed by mirth
do you remember _____ – ?

IV.
the sun rises
flashing its rays
on shiny glass buildings
a city awakes
ready to live
a new morning
a new day