Song for a City

The city is Perth, Australia. The stories are real enough.

 
History is as close as yesterday.
Memory snips around stories...

 
Intercity distance.
We know the globe as a patched work of countries...

 
A poem about pedestrians.
There are no footprints in the City...

 
Born running.
Darling machines we live with...

 
A superhighway of faces.
I bus to Perth / must cost less...

 
The looking-glass city.
Winter passed in procession, rapid...

 
A city born at the crossroads.
Long ago, before the first cities were built...

 
How does your city grow?
High walls: the weeded gardens...

 
Manhattan ash in the living room.
Bound for the new world...

 
Conditions of tenure.
Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...

 
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