Touring the City
Concrete subways take us deep beneath the city.
Here air holds the smell of time passed:
old beer, stale urine,
something too ancient to name.
We tip-tap with high-heeled delicacy though the dark.
Over us, life plays in roaring, broad daylight.
A subtle shift of position and -
we are beneath, in fabricated caves,
where quiet contemplation of the bones of the city
remind us of the fragility of the mercantile edifices
above, those crystalline geological oddities
under constant reconstruction,
reshaping the substance of the land.