When nature makes a city
there are no economies.
Streets stretch weightlessly
over sky and ground
thinning to microscopic and
blasting their breadth like shofarim.
When nature implants a city
into a heart, there is no hour or mile.
Heartbeats resound deep into the past
and flip far away into fantasies of known
but unrecognized places.
It ends only on the stroke of death
when the materials, finely plastic
vapourize.
