aortic spray in chilled malaise

i sit
in the heart
of the city
as it wakes
a rumble
growing louder
as the streets
quake with
the tired faces
a serene symphony
of synchronous
bird song
punctuated by
errant horns
buses shudder
as the train
slowly dings
in between
crossed arms
with flashing
red lights

the shadows
sway along with
the sun’s climb
the concrete
and glass canopy
of an urban zoo
a shimmering
edifice in
sharp angles
waking slowly
in the turgidly
shallow embrace
of winter’s
last fling


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