City Morn
In utter exhaustion, the streetlamps bow their heads
As rats and bats below head to their beds.
The grill in the street exhales a plume, a sigh;
As the streetlights flicker and die,
One by one, in a row, with limp heads,
Soon to show -
A reflection of sun, an orange crown,
As the city sheds its old night gown
Of smog and of mist swept deftly away,
By a morning breeze, and parked trees sway
To the rhythm of life, the resuming of flow,
The horn-hooted strife soon to grow
From the rumble of streets, like carpeted rooms
As brighter light dispels the remnants of glooms
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015
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