Lita in the city Surrounds herself with sound. She grows tall as skyscrapers Ascending always Towards the unattainable. Her eyes turn glass Absorbing all. The benches and grates and stone faced men. The colors that pull themselves out from the mind. The way the street sounds underfoot, Its knowledge of her body, her careful steps. Adaze, She weaves it as one long dream. Asleep, The spell unbreakable. ***** Shannon Cuthbert is a Brooklyn based writer and artist. Recently published in Gingerbread House, Chronogram, and Poetry Super Highway, with work forthcoming in The Writers Cafe Magazine.