City life
In the grey city
(doesn’t matter which one)
they fight the cold concrete
with art and bars and fashion,
street trees and flower boxes,
and on sunny days
when people come alive,
bringing paint and speakers,
sometimes it works.
On other days the heavy clouds
mute the colours,
the thick cement
drowns the music,
the funnelled wind
drains the blood
and life retreats
to drink in the basement.
