Morning in the city
Through the half open curtains, day
came
the world was silent and deep down
there
into city caverns cars stood still
but since it
had rained during the night pools of
water
and diesel oil had made perfect
rainbows.
A bus stopped, two women entered
they
looked as low paid cleaners, yet
modest
morning light made their unpainted
faces
into works of art. The city
yawned drank
coffee and began the bustle of
commerce
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