The early morning sounds of the city;
a bus, stopping to pick up people
in a hurry, but not too much
all to get to the other side
of the street.
The birds, conversing,
telling tales of travels, travails
of a wintering
in Boca Raton
or Baton Rouge.
The happy shouts of children
free of the
harness of school
so cool.
Morning done;
here but one,
am I
alone.
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