under the gate
morning son
blue up and burning firey yellow across
the grey concrete weed ridden lit up
pedestrians wander over it
life problems guiding them
accelerating kicked up steps
defending their sight as the sunshines into their eyes
the pudding of darkness
and the soup of the sunlight
what a feast to heat inside the dining room....
that is this city
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