Cities of Dreams

I like driving through places
I think of as Cities of Dreams.
Where hundreds
Of little white windows
Light up after 7PM
And the people
Who feed us
And clothe us
And (still) make us
Put on our masks
Park their little Nissans after work,
And walk down to the minimart,
Some holding hands with a wife,
Some supporting a kid
On their shoulders –
They walk
Past the open Toyota trucks
Where, lying stretched
In the trunks,
Men in kurtas
Browse phones,
Call their homes –
Or just stare into alien skies
As the evening draws on
And their future
Gets closer.