I was floating past the bodegas
And wine cellars of the city
while I dreamt of nights
That led me through to tomorrow
Gracefully, with the moon
Whispering white doves
Above a naked mountain range

I crave intensely
The morning haze, milky
And mystic spirals like smoke
Curling from the cigar of a tweed man
Idling his pocket watch and
Coughing up marbles
As I walk past

"No Entry"
Signs glitter in my eyes
It reminds me of sequins
On a new year's dress
Or sunlight relfected
To cut diamonds
Into sapphire waves

Until the sun retires
I rest on benches, search
The wood for carvings
I find "Rest In Peace"
And make believe I am resting
On the great roots of redwoods
Not of skeleton skyscrapers.

...whytt*06

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