I love to dream of cities far away
And how I'll travel them, and wander through
Streets and parks new seen, or seen anew
After a distant while; skies of grey
Parting to show a cityscape now fey
Now modern, now exotic...tell me, who
Resists such charms? I cannot say I do.
I love a town built for a yesterday
But living in the now, or one burnt down
And built again so recently it shows;
Anywhere can be my kind of town,
Whether the night with half-burnt fire glows
Or sleeps as quiet as a morphine hound
Peaceful out upon the cold hard ground.
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