The Citys Love

For one brief golden moment rare like wine,

The gracious city swept across the line;

Oblivious of the color of my skin,

Forgetting that I was an alien guest,

She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,

Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast;

The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,

Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.