Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Where waters tide
‘Round canyons
Carved by time
And ice,
Other canyons
Rise
Man-made
To tickle skies.
Where greenery
Respite to
Millions
Provides,
Sleep memories
Of others
Who used to there
Reside.
Where footfalls mask
The horns of cars
And rustles hold
More sway,
There breathes the city
That like me
Many call home
Today.
LIVING THE DREAM 