Daniel Human Poet Rhyme

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

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Emile Pinet February 3, 2015 at 8:47 AM Cities are usually anything but picturesque, however I liked the flow you created here ....a sense of routine motions that end you at your destination without much thought or energy. Your word choices are consistent with the flow. Emile. Daniel Human February 4, 2015 at 8:56 AM Thank you for the great feedback, Emile. D.