CitiZen
The Zen of the City
Through the City Bazaar
So calm and so pretty
Like the King’s own Hussars
So markedly poised
In the river, the joys
Of the arcade or bar
Dogs stop their howling
Gulls stop their screech
Car’s horns are silenced
To the avenues of beech
The pavement cracks heal over
Plastic bags find their home
The wind blown detritus
Bins itself with Kentucky fried chicken bones
The Zen of the city
Is so Martian like and strange
The guards all look at themselves
And mark how they’ve changed
Anger and road rage
Malice and strife
Are not more than foot notes
In the book of city life
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