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the city is rich with image
blue eyes reflect a glimmering past and present
red bricks
canal wits
the city has grown for better
new fruits exotic
a spring morning is the ripening fruit of summer
easterly winds blow from the seashore
carried with song
the birds await
the exhale of summer
D10

empty
mute
pause
a slow grasp of the present but time moves fast
clear water drops a social aloneness  
as the sinking cement holds an elusive search

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