Proving Grounds

The city is an unreal place Where dogs bark in the suburbs As a part of the ambience Where things called cars honk Hooters at certain intervals And there is a lot of papers Newspapers, documents and money It is all about information To keep track of things Like events, deals and promises But most of all there is smoke From chimneys, cigarettes and exhausts Because things get built And things get burned Because everything moves And so the lowly new comer Who happens to come along Every now and then Will most likely wonder What the hustle is all about And ironically, he will find It best reflected in their entertainment For it is seen in how they relax Themselves by means of a good challenge All be it with balls or fists Virtual guns or ballets Or the lights up on Broadway It is all about fun and games To see who is the very best In the end And yet nature finds the city And it becomes real In certain quiet places See it come When the rain falls Dwellers are entranced Away from their busy lives Someone lying on his bed listens To the melodic tune chiming out Of the insides of the tin hollows Of rainspouts Someone at his window feels A new sense Of comfortable warmth Watching the water making love To the earth Caressing glass Petting concrete Washing streets And there is new room For breathing Once again After the showers As they are left With the sweet smell Of fresh air As the city Steams

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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