keepers of immortality

in the city of love
we have no homes
we walk
on four way streets
no signals
no signs
no discounts
no uncrossed lines
the wind blows
in winter snows
we walk, feet bare
we halt we pause
we look back
because...
we try
we cry
in the city of love
like a child
we question
like a flower
we wither
in the city of love
in the pity of love
we are
the keepers
of immortality