the city

behind the glass walls and the steel
the heart of the city beats fast;
in the plazza where the farmers gather
the pace slows down and the air is warmer.

on the fast streets the nerves screech
in tune with these tired brakes,
on the lawn you can stop and secretly yawn
and you'll get back a smile from the strawberry vendor.

I came here to sharpen my intelligence, and my skills
compete for a place among the high ranks perhaps,
and I found out that sharing a family recipe
can be just as rewarding as well as heart warming


where does the city really live,
behind the glass walls and steel
or out in fresh air
where time has been known to flow freely.