Halifax, South End Poem by orangecat bluebandanna

the harbor is right down the street
i can watch giant ships float by,
the city buildings are just small enough to see the sky, big enough to make you feel really small,
the people are so sincere,
as a true community, flocks of people, walk down the sidewalks, not to crowded blocks, walking room, with enough distance to ask how are you,
certain charisma through the streets as you journey to the market, pubs, homes,
all making sound, all drawing attention, inviting
winter covers the blocks, the cement sidewalks,
salt eats away at the asphalt, as the drunk eat away at pizza,
tunnels of arctic ice walls, temples of soldiers preparing for battle,
music from birds, purrs from pigeons, melodies through town house windows, open skies, certain stars,
moon's and moon's and moon's
a bench for watching the tiny ships part of the orange pink purple sky of dusk grow to sizes of islands, of the island,
lighthouse, the toy houses,
forest covered islands so dark, filled with enigma,
daze hard enough to discover a new being, a giant, a dinosaur, a sound, an idea, a thought.