Urban Echoes

Neon drips on rain-slicked street, Midnight finds the city's fleet Of solitary souls who wander Through the shadows, thinking yonder Thoughts that only darkness breeds Planting unexpected seeds.

Subway rumble, distant siren, Every city-dweller's horizon Tipped with light and edged with grey— Night dissolves into the day Through a haze of coffee steam, Waking from a concrete dream.