Thursday, May 7, 2015

City on fire

Good morning,
the city didn't sleep again today
there are many songbirds, on the pavement
shot by the cold of winter
and the voice of an elder shouting
good morning, my city
Good morning, the marches
the colors separated by buses
where hues interline
to shred, birds, songbirds
Good morning, my torn city

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