Poem: 21st Century Leith

Every day I am weaving through stories,
Science fiction landscapes.

Couples argue on the sidewalks,
Old men sell tobacco,
And I step on through the people

Vaguely worried about the War
And whether summer comes
Now or never.

I’ve watched us walk
Past Chinese restuarants,

I’ve watched us stare
At mounted televisions
Perched high above us in the corner
As we spend sun-laid evenings
In a random local bar.

I’ve watched and I’ve wandered and I’ve seen:
We are the best we’ve ever been.

28 June 2003