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morning in the city
Morning in the city
Through the half open curtains, day came
the world was silent and deep down there
into city caverns cars stood still but since it
had rained during the night pools of water
and diesel oil had made perfect rainbows.
A bus stopped, two women entered they
looked as low paid cleaners, yet modest
morning light made their unpainted faces
into works of art. The city yawned drank
coffee and began the bustle of commerce
Through the half open curtains, day came
the world was silent and deep down there
into city caverns cars stood still but since it
had rained during the night pools of water
and diesel oil had made perfect rainbows.
A bus stopped, two women entered they
looked as low paid cleaners, yet modest
morning light made their unpainted faces
into works of art. The city yawned drank
coffee and began the bustle of commerce
Published 11th Mar 2014
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