Composing City Sonnets

by SF.NY

14 lines / each 10 syllables

Interrupted by trains and steam, cars too

When we walked along a gust blew us through

To the underworld, bums and homeless too

A softness, though, it’s Saturday today

Removed from urban, feet set in the sun

You lent me some shades, that gave me some grace

On through the jungle, your backyard or door

Seems pyramids sometimes arise outside too

The subway platform, once more, powerful

With empties of cans, Cola and beer gone

From Kansas to Oz, the gods hadn’t seen

The revised rabbit magician that knows

Where one world ends and another might start

Same as this sonnet’s, slowly stopping now