The citybuilders
put forth their minds.
They plotted in plots
and drew in lines
and the lines became streets,
and the plots grew land,
and buildings
in sheets
vertically at hand.
And we all bowed heads,
never noticing it
As we streamed and we coursed
where nobody fit.
And we asked
for parades, and banners
and parks, and they gave
us two
of the latter. So stark
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, October 14, 2021
The citybuilders
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