The towers are short and somewhat stubby
They haven’t the money to build like Japan
Towers fingering at the clouds
Clouds flowing about the tips of buildings

Look out the window!
Not gray concrete and icy windows
Green parks wet with rain
And the clouds – the sky! – flows by close by.

Mount the bike and peddle up the hill
What’s up this corner?
Around the hill?
The water, waves, wind and sunlight.

I awake from the dream to find
That I am in the city
The city of my dreams
I find the city I dreamt