the magician's garden

Crowded streets blaring with the city’s breath, a choking smog full of neon dreams,

Sidewalks paved with dead ambition, littered with cigarette butts and failed expectations.

Mother Nature cringes at the fires of industry as she stalks the streets,

Her glassy brow furrowed at the metal giants lining her path, the iron ants crawling by.

Despite her prowess she feels small and indistinct under the shadow of tall buildings

In place of aged trees. Time to her is measured by what springs from the soil,

Not in the turns of the earth and the sky.

“Man lives beyond his pace,” she mumbles, her dark gaze upon trash in the gutter,

Her thoughts far beyond the city’s grid in somewhere full and green.

She mutters a foreign tongue to herself, low and guttural, and at once

The gray metropolis around her vanishes, and dissolves into soft fields,

Rolling clouds low on the horizon, branches heavy with flowering buds and fruit.

She breathes in the dirt and the smile returns to her face,

The storm clouds in her mind receding in favor of gentler thoughts.

 

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

"You must be from New York" in the words of John Irving..
Seriously... WONDERFUL take on city life... TMG paints
a powerful picture of the city ... Images in the 1st line
are superb. THe metal giants & iron ants hit home..
and then how like magic the city turns into soft fields
of spring.. Bravo!!
LLR