Lower Dens - I Get Nervous
You are waking up
in this, the only city you have ever truly known,
your home,
and it has changed.
Just slightly. In some subtle, immeasurable increment.
The buildings are all there, glinting in the silvery sunlight.
The air is still sweet and heavy with the scent of summer-
Wet dirt, hot concrete, the flowers in the planters, the Mexican bakery on the corner.
The route to work is the same lights. The same traffic lulls.
The graffiti at the bridge. The burnt chocolate smell over the river.
But it is different.
Across the city someone else is waking up
in this, their city,
their home.
And maybe it has changed too.
