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 A Girl in the *Sleepy City

Do not let your lovely eyes
Look on this city with disdain

Consider the deep water eyes
Always open, searching this Sleepy City*
For a kindred soul

Brooding blues and heartbreak reds
Clinging to canvas on walls of a simple room

Noble books in their place of honor

Words coming to life on the page  

Bare footfalls of a dance across a wooden floor

A desk--unclaimed, untouched by regal hands

Memories of a song haunting the streets
Where love once walked
Witnessed only by the Great Statue
Who guards the ill-fated on cardboard beds
In the shadow of opulent churches

Consider a candle burning in a window
When mists rise with twilight and hold jealously
To hillsides til morning--
A beacon from a secret, enchanted place

The light of home in this Sleepy City

(on Empire)
June 23, 2011

*the term Sleepy City belongs to the Poet, K. Scott Smith

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