The City

Gray, misty morning in the city,
(Brick-laced sidewalks would be so pretty)
Cars racing past each other, screeching brakes,
Splashing pedestrians with muddy lakes.
Clicking heels, head up, averted eyes I meet
As I walk upon the busy city street.
With my own agenda on my mind,
For others I haven’t the time
To interact, commune, or build friendships.
At day’s end, I’m alone with pouting lips.
I greet my adoring pet who knows love
Lonely I am, except for that love-dove
Yet I find comfort in a strange place
Book of the start of the human race
Life is uncertain, that is a fact
But the end is stated plain in back
of that simple, well-read book of black.

The City

Dottie Palmer

Hamilton, United States

  • Artwork Comments 4

Artwork Comments

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.