City Bird
A Poem
Like the city bird I've nested in scaffolds, Landing here among the iron lane, Above the echoed soles of passers-by, Beneath an unpredicted rain. I've eaten of the urban bug That clings so close to its phosphorescent light. And yes, I watch, I witness the growling, hopeless night. My ears ring from something grinding stone For I know better then most tend, That my world is reconstruction, Always tearing at its end— Always cracking down the middle, sure. But some must give it chance, To live here, I mean. Making homes of this impermanence. And so I'll build upon a building meant to fall Content to breath this dusty air. I'll learn to love this wet concrete Cause at least I'll leave some footprints there.
This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.
👏🏻 “cause at least I’ll leave some footprints there” 🙌🏻
"For I know better then most tend,
That my world is reconstruction,
Always tearing at its end—"