On the road again
North towards the rolling hills
Where runaways dance
On the road again
North towards the rolling hills
Where runaways dance
Toddler perspective
The developing chaos
What must he ponder
Released for a peek
Iguanas guard the gringos
Ingenious building
Respite from the rain
To reflect on decades past
A brighter future
New transportation
Changes cities, changes lives
Just don’t tip over
Palm tree in the wind
Well above the height limit
A no growth city
Seek the pot of gold
In the boring concrete box
Proximity rules
Late night dog walking
Under shadows of rainbows
Always connected
Can we not even enjoy such a quiet moment as our dog pissing on the grass of an empty civic center garden without burying our nose in a screen, head downcast in subrogation to our digital masters far far away distributing messages of hope and despair that cannot wait another moment to be read lest we lose the opportunity to learn about details from other peoples’ lives that improve or change our own lives not a bit but fill it with false meaning to which we cling to avoid facing that which our eyes no longer sees right in front of us.
And there go our views
And there goes the neighborhood
Can’t wait ‘til it’s done
Engineering feat
Glass wrapped around metal core
Hope it doesn’t sink
Lonely, rusty docks
To which ships no longer limp
Our regular spot
In search of Boggle
Cherished morning adventures
Memories of cranes
Morning stroller run
Sunrise over city goats
Hunting for lost gloves
Cars stacked to the sky
A relic of our flat world
When they reach the sky
Bricks and bricks for days
Chopped up disaster inside
Opportunity
The next frontier
Is just a stone’s throw away
Don’t forget your vest
Forgotten shipyards
Teetering on toxic docks
Soon shall rise again
When design mattered
Before glass boxes were king
Pyramids could fly
Crisp wintery day
Walking around and around
The little boy sleeps
Boardwalk to nowhere
Shattered clouds race to the east
Where I used to run