The City Is A Poet Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Church basements with AA meetings
Creeds have reached into the walls
Moved by the coffee shop art
Farmers market with no GMO's
Organic friends and underground papers
Open museums alive with symbols
The rivers and old train depot

I buy you a flower for your hair
We glide down sun set streets
Castles and stores
Mannequins dressed for a haberdashery
Garlic bread and wine
High heels click like clocks
A kiss under the cathedral lights

I am the university
You are the plays
These stones quarried in blues
The jazz of urban night
Papers, names, street signs, ghosts
Grave yards like whispering time
They all come out in the bells

The city is a poet