City’s Fallin

Ever being, here crowds of people

Gathering

Engines were never resting.

Ships were always talking.

Trains were whistling.

It was Buffalo prospering.

After some years’ walking.

You could see-

Houses are still standing,

Along with their aging.

Trees are blooming,

But no more elegant cutting.

Birds are singing,

Flying like wilding.

Few words were remaining,

Just staying calmin.

Buffalo-city’s falling.

備注: 此為我在美求學時所創作, 2002 水牛城.