You are far from the fading of the sun no, not the eclipse even A shadow of a doubt perhaps In the infinity that is possible For that is no easy dream, a dream of infinity and to hold on to that would surely need an iron grip And iron is forged Not convenience-store sold Forged from failures or what you called…

Dear City, you have remained a constant. You have changed — you have changed a lot. Your skies are less colorful in spring now, your canal is less cool now than I remember in 5th grade — a time when I didn’t even understand your horizontal expansionary inclinations — and…