Silent City

The soaring '20s
clambered in 
the masses
anticipating
the revelry repeat
from a century before

Short dresses
short hair
short-sighted
shenanigans
all short-lived

now the once
frenetic frivolous fierce
city
is shuttered
shops boarded up
with naked 
unblemished
pine
 planks 

a few brave souls
against the memory
of our mother's 
orders

the middle
of the street
they run down 
deep
dusky 
hours

Some cry
what dystopian dream
is this?
hands
smooth
tight gripped
hands
weathered
trembling

but this is no ghost town
no abandoned
warehouse 
no forgotten
space

It is our city
and she needs to rest
so we shelter
in 
place
and 
wait

the beast will pass

if we wait
not welcome it in

So sweet city

your souls

We are 900,000 strong

We go within
so the healing
can begin

we offer you
up to the silence

now

listen 

to the city

breathe

NaPoWriMo  Day 8


Video Courtesy: Space Race Studio Drone footage of San Francisco Streets