Tired sidewalks.

chadwick

Highways rip-roll
underneath
where she dreams.

She’s a skyscraper’s smile
built to last.

Lives below
scurry around
like mad ants
attacking the world
on full tilt.

Some are starving,
this is her frowning tears raining.

Her breasts shine
like diamonds in darkness
or daylight,
each one a moon
or sunbeam.

She’s a tired city
crumbling concrete
keeping the homeless corralled
next to the exit signs.

Standing rotten
are trees collecting fuel
while her feet
barely keep upright.

Somehow
she keeps on smiling
and shining at every intersection,
red, yellow, and green.

Each faze
a passing dream
of day to night
night to day
blood to water
and life to death.