Dumpster Dawn
Rats argue with the seagulls.
An “eau de low tide” scent rides the fog.
As feral cats hiss at the sunrise
leashed dogs do their business
“tricks for treats” traitors.
The sound of traffic signals….”LAST CALL!”
©7/13/2021
Bite Size Poem #12
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