poetry from a sleeping city

Chicago 3

The city is napping
Have all the lights gone out?
A few migrant souls on the streets
Those cabbies never sleep
Working for that next ride.

Chicago 4

The concrete is broken by grass.
Green triumphs over black
Water has found its purpose.
The People are thirsty
Spare them a drop.

Chicago 5

Two people walking
On opposite sides of the street
Not knowing who the other is.
Separate minds, separate plans.
Their eyes connect just once
Never to meet again.