Specks of rain fall like
Spittle from the sky as I
Head homewards past
An unfamiliar figure
Silhouetted in
A frosted shop window.

I feel this city through
The soles of my shoes:
Tilted, broken slabs,
Uneven kerbstones and
The places where the
Rain collects.

This city I have made
An intricate paradise
Of labyrinthine streets
Ripe for exploration by
My awed eyes and
Eager feet.

Snatched glimpses between
Buildings of fantasy streetscapes
Enthral me, and I know
That one day I must
Stride into the unknown
And discover.

So much goes unnoticed by
The over familiar. Perhaps
It takes eyes like mine
To see what they miss.

For I am still
But a stranger here.
I feel I cannot yet claim
This city as my own,
But I wish to know it
As it has been
Good to me.

12/04/2006

Posted on 12/26/2006
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