Steel towers stretch into the pale sky,
their glass faces fractured with a thousand suns.
Engines hum in unbroken chorus,
a tide of wheels rushing over asphalt veins.
Neon signs flicker like restless dreams,
painting sidewalks in red and gold,
while voices spill from every cornerâ
laughter, bargains, arguments woven tight.
The air is thick with roasted chestnuts,
smoke curling between echoes of ...
