street poem
movements not yet orchestrated prepare for morning like a heavy bass line rolls a collective groaning the smells of late running busses replaces the taste of breakfast the early morning begins to bow out as the 10 oclock sun boasts its grandness out beyond the stoop are sounds beyond music and cluttered street echoes buildings which set the bordres to police where the flow goes hustling shadows mock life living full steam city blocks yawn and stretch enduring its occupants ceremonious routines... Sign in to see full entry.