stretching out to meet the sky.
Grasping at the clouds
with fingers of steel and glass.
The towers of commerce
caressed by the last rays of day,
an orange inferno bathing the rooftops
but shading the streets.
The vacant shop fronts
with hooded figures in sleeping bags
shivering and hunched over,
silhouetted by the glow within.
The trains clatter along aching tracks,
the seagulls swoop and dive
in the space between the towers
until at last the inferno
is swallowed by the hills beyond
and the city lights take hold.
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