by Christopher Kendalls
I cannot imagine life without it
Tall enormous skyscrapers
Overlooking the city
Fantastic views
Perhaps some cannot find their way back
A few years ago
Given catastrophe
Those buildings we relished
Had taken for granted
To see people jumping out of them
If not a better way to die
A more easier one to fathom
However, I am undeterred
Because the city is my home
You can walk down the street
Some buildings, their functionality
Take up the entire block
Others, packed in side by side
Apartment complexes, museums
Churches, public schools, universities
And a city that you cannot see the end to
Even from within a helicopter
Entirely different worlds with each set of doors
Moreover, you can forget about the rest of the city
This is why there are 7 million stories
Perhaps in over a half million or so worlds
Whether on the monorail
Looking at buildings as we move between them
Or on the subway running underneath
With a group of transit students
Plus there is always suburbia
With itís middle class sentiment
Everyone wears the "uniform"
Khakis, clothing with logos
Or other insignia, ìmiddleî America
They complain about downtown
Children indulging in lawless behavior
Fights and cop chases
When people are robbed, shot at
Kidnapped, whatever
All in the middle of the afternoon
With their sense of entitlement
Because they all recycle
Give to various causes
Then again, the housing projects
The majority of the inhabitants
May not work, where life is
Dramatically different
Individuals hanging out
For no particular reason
Yet, it all comes together
Until the sidewalks stops
Instead of an endless array
Of buildings or homes
There are farms, open spaces
You have left the city behind
Perhaps to visit yet another one
Perhaps to return, on some day
When you are ready to treat yourself
Once again
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