Strawberry Hill

(after an instrumental song by Larry Mitchell)

crush hour in the city

freeways simmer and sigh

kaleidoscopic sidewalks surge

as day and night collide

the henna hand of twilight

sketches shadows on the street

in swelling tessellation

till nightfall is complete

no matter, still agendas tug

as time dictates routine

and life gets lost among the lists

the scenes and the caffines

but where we are

there is no time

just one eternal now

only trees and star-smeared sky

a mountain pleasure ground

prisoners of nature

force-fed our own free will

till all our cares

peel off in layers

left here on

strawberry hill