city

City aches to sleep

wrapped a gift in sheet

my cornered eyes command

the ship in mind to drift you off to bed

How we gonna grow something?

is this healing now?

how we grow away,

eventually home

eventually known

it once might not mean something 

how we gonna grow now?

alone?

how we gonna name something?

city taxes dreams

underwater taxi

sub-between

creasing over

dog eared, 

distracted

build the ceiling higher

How we gonna love?

this is how learn now, woman

it could mean something

eventually, something