City Poems

City Faces

The hustle and bustle

Of people downtown,

Working and waving

And walking around.

So many people,

So many places,

So many stories

On so many faces.

City Sounds

The farm has charm,

But I like gritty.

I like the sounds

Of the soulful city.

I like the mountains.

I like the sea,

But the beat of the street

Is music to me.

I like to travel.

I like to roam,

But the sound of the city

Calls me home.

City Sleeps

Above the stoplights

made of steel

where concrete buildings

scrape the sky,

a single cloud

goes drifting by.

It casts a shadow

in the street

that climbs the wall

into my room

and tucks me in

beneath the moon.

©Charles Ghigna