Concrete sonnets.........

Leather soles resonate in time with the night as images shimmer across dimly lit puddles.

Rain falls quietly into each thought and decisions hang in the balance

City streets have their own sound and the rhythm plays out changing tempo and timbre as shadows grow longer.

Cultural differences hang in the air an aphrodisiac for love and hate

How can so few thoughts come in so many languages

Love, sex, booze and money, there’s no need to hold the presses

We all read from the same script

Leather souls is all it takes to make it in the city