Like a smile owned by its teeth Like a kiss sold to yourself This is how your city grows Like the tender limbs of trees Let our timber lenders breathe in This is how your city grows From hand to hand, a relay sport How we shape thought into word Every awe we build from Earth As if the rain falls In reverse to feed the clouds Like a self healing heart Your city grows impossible This Commonopolis Not made of steel But give and take Count your currency in character Instead of money that your minutes make Here Your value doesn’t need to lie Your city’s limbs aren’t lopsided They yearn to grow in equal length And not through competition But cooperation Of each the people’s strength Isaiah Hull, 2018 ∞
2018
