Future City Sights and Sounds II

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Early morning sun peeking over high-rises.
Rays illuminate sparkling surfaces.
The smell of coffee fills Main and West Third
And a distant hum of traffic travels nearer.
Cars fill roads for the morning commute,
Sidewalks host businesspeople walking to work,
And the air is crisp and clean,
No more need of a vaccine.
Folks are running on caffeine
From the fresh roasted coffee bean
With a whole day in-between
The smell of sausage and pancakes
And the comfort of a pillow.
Or is it all just a dream?

A more optimistic idea than the first poem of the series. I imagine perhaps a world where COVID-19 was a reality, but did not dramatically affect the world the way it has. Perhaps someday we will see a sense of normalcy again. For now, I leave that last line of the poem.

This writing is the work of its author, Andrew Ryan Duckworth, and can in no way be reproduced, copied, or distributed in any form without request from the author.