Some cities may possess a quality
That makes them feel familiar in the soul,
As if they held a superfluity
Of citiness, and bound attraction whole
Into the streets, the smells, the very air.
In such a city, I could walk for miles
And never cease to joy in what is there;
I could explore the canyons and defiles
Defined by cliffs of glass and steel, and walk
Down boulevards that lift my heart on high,
Hearing no language I could ever talk,
Or reading signs I cannot translate. Why
Would I desire to be elsewhere, when
I could be in that cityscape again?
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