from City of Objects

Sweet was the air in the city,

O the nights were lavish.

Its streets gleamed when the cool rain fell.

Its bricks and stones grew warm in the sun.

Its pigeons fluttered in the park.

Its buses rumbled up and down the avenues,

Its people bustled here and there,

Its people walked languidly.

Its people wandered in many a sometimes silent street,

Under moon, under sun, under empty sky.

Men sometimes stood on dockends gazing

Into sunsets, over river waters dark with blue oil,

With orange rinds, papers, forgotten things

Going seaward.

O Love!

What is it that we cherish?