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POETRY
City Street
The simplicity of a summer morning, sitting at an open window
Cars pass below at varying degrees of speed
The squeaky wheel of a cart
Men speak but words are indecipherable
Gentle laughter in a room next door
An alarm in the distance, a motor revving
Sunlit apartment buildings, shutters drawn
Yet one man walks in his underwear
And sits at the table next to the stove
The symmetry of buildings and balconies and awnings and chiseled window frames, black iron railings in matching swirling patterns
Flower pots, clay and pink and a line of red on one
Far away, the sound of music, a tiny beat
Plants dry and brown, curl around the edge of this rail, like a heart
The cat sits and swipes her face with a paw, licking the toes once, twice, a third time
A breeze comes into the window and the red cotton table covering twists and flutters and then falls flat again.
Thank you for reading.
