a great city starts in the mind:
it’s a mood,
a desire for good,
for stability in a spinning world,
its love given space to be,
an archetype of possibilities,
a valuing of culture,
of civilisation,
an athens
in the morning of humanity,
deep in thought and law,
and encouraging everything
that seeks to keep
the beast from rising
and devouring the entire
bloody neighbourhood.
paris of the mind,
it shelters the fragile flower
of the jardin de plantes,
the poet in his dreaming,
the mother babe in arms.
it never was,
nor will be,
but at least it aspires to be.
