City night

Looking from a plane, glowing

streets, like spiraling

spider webs

 

knitted on the elder plains,

out of hope, out of pride.

Crossings of the intertwined veins 

are where magic happens, where dreams are realized.

 

Yet trapped on the same web,

how much better

is the fate of the spider

than its prey?

Ge0rge Wu

NH

16 years old