Ours is a petty fight
with city and lights.
Such tiny shoulders to wrestle with,
and this simple kiss
lacks courage.
But here we can swagger
with brash wisdom–
so proud, so magnificent.
While jackhammers tear up the parking lot.
We find rubble in most things,
we stop at the edge, stay too long.
For it’s a wide-eyed old beauty, this,
a straight shot into mountains, this.
I could enter untouched with you
I could run this flood of tar, metal,
wires with you
Those birds will drop and rise with us.
We could
cut through dividing roads,
curse and
flicker with adventure
and the lust of aging conquerors.
Anki Sinha
Walk With Me 