And now we lie
in the silence
listening with expectation
ears pricked for the pin drop
the sounds of hope
yearning for the symphony
of the city streets
percussion of pedestrians
composed by commuters
friction of lives against asphalt
but dead beats fill the silence
the rise and fall of our existence
oxygenating respiring
fear of expiring
the lives that fill the arteries
that give life to the concrete
veins that pump existence
into the hard construction
we will come
with fresh breath
of normality as we invade the city
as big issues remain
unsold and untold
tent lines of temporary accommodation
make way for outdoor seating
the life and death of recovery.
