still at heart
this is a gritty city
sweated out
on packed
train cars
where our petty travails
are mocked
by pastel majesty
of sunset
the red-pink
skyblood of pride
slashed across the westward sky,
a reward
for myriad dreamers
cobbling new lives
one hard day at a time,
ready to bare
their threadbare souls
to strangers
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