Evening City
The symphony
of the evening city rolls across embracing darkened environs.
The drone of train.
The whoosh of traffic running on a valley highway.
The jets are slow
to converge upon the airport lying to the northeast in the center of it all.
Limits become map things
to the clustering communities growing into each other with a mix of reluctance to weaken identity and determination to strengthen it.
Drivers hidden in their cars,
over-the-road operators pass houses, commercial entities, pedestrians in the business district, servers in the basements of churches, "The Crowd" hidden in the bowels of the entertainment district.
From the lumping, spiked environs
similitude of muted bassoons, horns stir in the orchestra pit, concealed by a roller-coaster audience under the drooping eyes of a starry night.
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