Our Secret City

I wander through this secret city
mapped in the words we only know,
and we can only define.
I am the citizen of you 
and you of me. 

Everyone we know drives bye,
their cars filled 
with everything we own
flying out the window.

The next vanishes 
into the mist
beyond  the curb 
of what we once were.
Or, is it, will be?

Where they went,
we know.
Where they’re going,
we know.

Our eyes and ears 
want to follow,
it’s so bright and loud
and hard to hold inside, 
even in all the shooting.