Arlene Corwin Poetry

       City In The Long Run

 From countryside in Härryda*

I saw a movie on TV.

The New York City profile,

Upbeat risk in capital:

Bids and bets –

That’s what it is.

And when it fails, the city falls.

I saw it in the skyline light,

The slums become rich real estate,

The neighborhood where I come from

Become a slum.

The shifting forms a losing dream;

The wastes of tastes tossed in a barrel

Of supposèd fun that’s run

On money and its honey.

Foreseeable in all too much complexity.

The city must end up a ruin.

Remember Ozymandias?

The city-thought can never win.

How long is in the long run?

Pity.

But of course I could be wrong.

^{The City 9.26.2012 Our Times, Our Culture II; Swedish Book; Arlene Corwin}

^{*Härryda – a small town in Sweden}