from borough to
from borough to
borough, the city
springs back
to life, responding
to a stirring of steel
ribs, the quickening
of electrical
wires, synapses
towards the
familiar.
the heart resumes
its harmonizing
rhythm, shuttling
our recollected
dreams, pulling
us into and out
of tunnels,
rediscovering
our perfect
equilibrium
.
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I could see the city coming back to life in these lines…I imagine right now a number of people are seeing similar sites…quite enjoyed the poem.
thank you. i’m really glad it worked and captures your imagination!