The City Wind

city echoes,buildings speak,leaves and
 papers have found their feet.come to me,run
 to me,the wind tells you so,is there a
 message for me to know?i've walked these
 streets a thousand times and more.you
 whisper a name i never heard
 before.arthritic
 \boughs and trees in pain,a gallant horseman
 coated in acid rain. crowded walkways
 nameless streets,faceless people that
 never speak.my friend the wind has played
 it's hand,i stand alone on shifting
 sand.tiny pyramids and a message bore,i
 need my friend and all it's lore.leaves and
 papers dance around my shoes,four words so
 clear on a mighty dune."is your name
 Armstrong"?i whispered "my name is John".