Wall shadows of arms and legs
randomly move about, voices
flat and muted while hurrying past,
each arriving someplace only they know.
From a thick leather chair
I observe the appetite of the city,
sensing their anxious
thirst to achieve that which was greater
than yesterday.
Rising from within the masses
comes city voice. A low growl
weaving into the shoreline of people
on sidewalks where the tides swell
throughout the day
in a steady stream under the gravity
of time.
Roger Singer 