Up here
in the clouds
smog and steam
thrumming
with energy
from streets
so far below
that speck
people churn
through day-to-day
little more
concern
than dust
on the breeze
seen through
the haze
these choking
clouds
colored
all colors
and throbbing
flickering
gaudy thunderheads
all greens
and reds
and blues
and yellows
beating hearts
within the plumes
somewhere on high
there is air
birds fly free
but tonight
all I have
is the city beneath
From the prompt: “The city exhaled steam and neon”.
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