Flow of the City Streets

A leaf drifts along the dirty gutter,
Meandering aimlessly with the trash,
But carried away by the cool breeze
In the infinite flow of the Earth.

Nameless street signs lie ahead,
And the road diverges in thousands of directions‭;
The leaf mingles with the lingering sewage
And the scattered lumps of stray leaves,
Which once descended from varying trees,
Unified now by their vapid vagrancy.

The leaf is trampled by a stampede of feet,
Its limp,‭ ‬crushed body still floating away,
With forlorn faces beholding it indifferently
And passing by with lackadaisical eyes,
Bespectacled by gray-lensed glasses of sanity,
Atop heads driven hastily by instinctual legs.

The sky overhead conjures overcast clouds
As the leaf embraces mother Earth's benign apathy‭;
Dirge from a lonely man's saxophone fouls the calm air,
Nebulous with city haze and dully rising smoke‭;
The leaf,‭ ‬stumbling into rainbow-colored litter,
Is pushed further onwards by the brotherly wind.

The street on which the leaf blindly journeys
Drains the passions of passerby into swirling cesspools
And heartfelt desires are swept under black tires
Of beastly cars which recede into nothingness,
Leaving a swoosh which knocks the leaf astray
And a resounding feeling of emptiness
From which the grimy,‭ ‬cracked sidewalk trembles.

Continuing on its beaten and fickle path
On the fringes of the bustling sidewalk,
The leaf flies away in the windy,‭ ‬dark night,
The stars obscured by the city's effusion of pollution
Neon lights effervescing in the vacant storefronts,
Acquiescing to the invitation of the worldly flow.‭