Also, to be frank, I like dense cities best and care about them most.-Jane Jacobs The thrum of traffic sways you down, lays you gentle on concrete. Look, the stars are scattered, in street lamps, the glow of signs, our moon a puddle; and that openness inside you rests, sated with the longings of thousands. ________________________ I am reading The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs right now. I haven't even made it past the introduction and I'm already wowed. Like, check this shit out: So even though I'm in suburban Arizona right now, here's a poem about the city.