Strawberry Hill
(after an instrumental song by Larry Mitchell)
crush hour in the city
freeways simmer and sigh
kaleidoscopic sidewalks surge
as day and night collide
the henna hand of twilight
sketches shadows on the street
in swelling tessellation
till nightfall is complete
no matter, still agendas tug
as time dictates routine
and life gets lost among the lists
the scenes and the caffines
but where we are
there is no time
just one eternal now
only trees and star-smeared sky
a mountain pleasure ground
prisoners of nature
force-fed our own free will
till all our cares
peel off in layers
left here on
strawberry hill