How many trucks
Enter this city every day?
How much water?
Can your volume-flow
Ever hope
To be enough?
Sometimes I want
To cry
And pray
To God
That municipal logistics
Can hold
Us steady
In her arms.
1.5 million souls.
As many lightbulbs
Burning
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The dyke is endless.
Cycling down the landward side, amazed that they could
build so straight
over such great lengths.
I stop at every bench.
Each one displays a statue,
a local artist's series:
from one to seven,
each day of creation.
Wood and clay,
taking form.
Autumn nights,
Lonely shadows
Skip the streets
Avoiding puddles.
Autumn nights,
Neon flickers,
The music
Fading softly.
Autumn nights!
Don't walk into
The dark alone!
Stay autumn,
Stay with me,
Until Spring comes
One day.
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