Paused at the corner of this steel-glass canyon
His neck craned back into the dithering blue,
The citywise swarm parts, unnoticing
Too busy anymore to even mock
this bumpkin‘s indulgence:
“Ooh – look at the pretty building!”
Yes, but the moon, too.

(This city continues to madden me. So much beauty, and yet so much indifference and, well, basic meanness. It’s not that people here want to be mean, it’s that the sheer pressure of the crowd makes it a basic survival mechanism. If you don’t push through your day with a blunt steel prow, you get swamped and crushed.)