A curtain. Formed white.

Soft folded ribbons. Linen eyes

lust under the handle of breezes,

searching the alley below;

considering heavens of gods and

men walking.


Strong sunlight. Warming rays.

A morning of fullness surrounds

summers fragrance; tar paper roofs,

garbage, stagnant water.

The breath of the city.


Voices slip from windows. Coughing;

the remnants of heavy sleep. A crying baby;

hope breeds from the fire of youth.


The curtain strains for escape. Grounded.

Remaining. Life passes beneath as it waves.





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