Railing Hymn (Cold) — The City That Speaks in Texture

Stomari • A Speculative Poem Cycle • Process & Drafts

⟂ Railing Hymn (Cold)

Shade gathers beneath the overpass
like a held breath.

The street’s heat thins here,
and the air feels smoother,
cooler,
organized.

A stairway drops toward the train station,
each step carrying a faint vibration
from the city’s moving underbody.