The City | Casey WardThe city, in the somber light of dusk,
resembled a graveyard, vast and looming.
Driving along Guadalupe Parkway,
skirting the city’s border,
I felt as though the monolithic buildings were tombstones.
Strange neon epitaphs cried out in the diminishing light.
The shiny file of cars, inching its way up First Street,
was a funeral procession. The taxi horns sounded a requiem.
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