unashamed smoky alleys,

rock walls overlook

back porch squatters


pigeons wary of a changing breeze

and strangers without wings

garble a frightened message

taking flight


barred windows, forgotten garbage,

and bells ringing, signal the top

of the hour;


for some the end, others,

late for dinner


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