The City Is A Garment by Michael Burch
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,â€“
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her festive colors bleed into the night,
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling,
now spill their brilliant contents out like coins
on motorways and esplanades; bead cars
come tumbling down long highways; at her groin
a railtrack like a zipper flashes sparks;
her hills are haired with brush like cashmere wool
and from their cleavage winking lights enlarge
and travel, slender fingers ... softly pull
themselves into the semblance of a barge.
When night becomes too chill, she softly dons
great overcoats of warmest-colored dawn.
Originally published by The Lyric