Branching Chance Dance

The figures of cityscapes and skylines,

Little fig trees and bee lines

Two scaling thoughts meander along highwire,

Strewn throughout a sum,

With a quiet perseverance ringing in the syntax hum,

And the mind relaxes on,

Dancing in the perennial resound of hammer and nail,

Words the wood and steel, connection forged through wool and meal,

A city of dreams come alive in full scale.

Giving the fifty-three thousand estuaries and rivers within you air to flow and stream,

Going to that place inside of you momentarily,

Coming alive in your dream.