the rooftop bar

from the rooftop

bar

the sun

stretches out its setting along

the ridge

of the city.

a creamy

layered cake

of pinks and yellow.

what you can't see from

the ground

you can see here.

it's a hipster place

of short

skirts

and heels.

of men in suits,

in the elderly sipping

martinis

and beer.

the world is no longer

a topic

of discussion.

it's too far from here.

it's new.

the smell the shine

of iron,

of wood and glass.

the bartenders are young.

the food

is rich

and expensive.

you can see how people

jump from the ledge

after observing

the fabulous view.