Early, when light struggles for a place,

a black cat steps with velvet

feet around last evening’s rains walking the

corners like winds touching curtain ends.


Shutters stare onto the dampened alley as sun lines

spread over cobblestones rich with history.


Palm trees breathe into morning.

The fronds work the air like a piano touched

by genius; shadows of people below

weave noisily into the chorus

of a city.


An early humid breeze stretches onto the

streets. Shop doors open. Buses hiss to a stop.

People weave the corners while shouldering

the early burdens of day.


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