Dry leaves whisper
rain drop rhythms
tossed once by wind's approach
they rest now
a cat nap
under spring's
cold light.
Shadows and
a need to think in
the concrete
the poet's gaze muffled
by What?
cigarette butts and
small mountains of
brown-orange dirt
in the shade the
shadows bring.
Metropolis
Slow migration of
pedestrians striding,
striving in the city
Bright warmth
and bird song cadences
honk and buzz, neon
shocking your
optic nerves.
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