The City on the Early Morning Drive Out of It

Like a diorama,
the city is still.
Lights are on,
but they witness little.
Cars still roam
like buffalo,
so few of them around;
but they avoid extinction
with the ease of a sunrise,
and the promise of another
dollar.

When that time comes,
however,
we will have escaped.
Gone to a place where
time
isn’t
money.
A place where up is down and down is up.
But yet it isn’t…

…not really, anyway.

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