Glass towers loosen their collars,
Letting ivy translate the skyline.
Elevators pause between floors,
Listening to the language of dust.
Parking lots remember rainfall,
Practicing lakes between painted lines.
Traffic lights coordinate festivals
For bicycles and drifting leaves.
Power plants rehearse sunset colors,
Projecting warmth without combustion.
We sign long leases with tomorrow,
Paid in breathable mornings.