Why not emerge from the fog
Said the city
And out came the alleys
And the corner stores
And brownstones
And on came the lights
And the sirens
And the horns
Fast went the trains
And the buses
And the cars
Up and out
Went the suits
And the children
And the dogs
The city said hello
To the founding of the day
And the sun met the morning
with an accidental spray
A splash down the alleys
On the store fronts
To the homes
And the suits and the children
Walked their dogs
With plastic bags
And nobody and nothing
Wanted the fog return
So they chanted from their souls
To the sun, saying burn!
Burn sun burn sun burn sun burn
And they prayed from their bellies
For the world to not turn
But it will in the end
And the night will return
With the dark
And the fog
As the light will adjourn
The sounds will grow faint
Trains and buses will slow down
The alleyways will darken
And the dogs will lay down
Dinner will be served
In the homes
To the children
And soon will be the night
Ready to begin
The suits, they will hang
In the closets of the steads
Corner stores will close
Children in their beds
And finally the fog
Which not so long ago
Had the city in it's hand
And chose to let it go
Will take control again
Bringing on the night
Waiting for the sun
To bring again it's light
Photo and Words by Dustin Whitehead.
No comments:
Post a Comment