bustling in the streets
are living poetry,
and human art galleries.
this city is a canvas.
with salient reds and soothing blues.
your voice is your instrument, so let it
louder than the honks of the traffic,
louder than the rustling of the trees,
louder than the songs on the radio that stick
onto your brain,
glass breaks, castles crumble,
but the city is alive, perpetually,
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.