will i ever know another city
i doubt it: it is enough to look
up and know the one i am in
how the people know me but
cannot name me, how i may
pass a friend or two on the
aged cobblestones towards
our work benches where we
instead of widgets cast demons
this city that i never escaped
is mine, visit if you care and we
can walk the river never fearing
that we will drown or be ever found
