Urbanity
Urbanity
A beautiful morning, slightly overcast cars
on the avenue play sordini, rubber yielding to asphalt
The sun has yet to make its presence felt
The curtain in the window stirs; the breeze and has
a soothing hand
The building is awakening
First flushing bathroom, then the good kitchen sound
A murmur of voices grows to a crescendo
A frisson through the flats, another day of life is promised
in the urban landscape.
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