blinding lights
I want to shine
that bright

lights
it’s never dark here
never

thousands of people
long eye contact
with a stranger

a city
where no one
knows my name

top champion

Chamption

bottom champion

rush hour
he walks right past
his future love

hearing the city
a rat
. . . introduces himself

nature’s solace
found just past
the concrete jungle

yellow backpack
blends
with the taxis