Wednesday, July 25, 2018


The city
with all its history
brings with it-all these memories of mine
that count for almost nothing,
if not,
for the seemingly endless moments of now
that add relevance to these seconds
that may have existed eons ago.

These streets with all these lights
and alleyways
that turn and curve and stretch away
in every direction
hide almost ghost like moments
on their concrete corners.
that exist now purely for the purpose of being remembered.

The sway and flow of people and sounds
moves through
and around
these delicate hints of a bygone time.
As the lights glow and drape and hang
from these buildings,
time seems to drizzle away
letting slip through glimpses of memory
like rain sliding down a window.
-Armando Torres