Untitled - July 20, 2002

It's big city living
that sees a bizarre combination
of crowded streets
but empty paths.

Where every person is hidden
behind air-conditioned splendour
and neighbours are
strangers to us all.

Only in the city centre
do remnants of a time past
still remain; where the streets
and shops are teeming with people
wandering in and out.

Down by the Beaches,
the steady beats of jazz
float upon the summer breezes,
a sudden chant carrying
on the wind
to remind the skaters and riders
to pick up their ice cream
and errands
before the lake tides
come rushing into the sands.

As the day ends,
and people leave the sandy shores,
life begins again
in lonely suburbia.