The City
Strangers blasting music,
avoiding
unwanted conversation
Pigeons on the sidewalk,
seeking a trace of food
The smell of
hot dogs and roasted nuts
City lights flashing
across my eyes
Infinitely counting the
number of yellow taxi cabs
The train right around
the corner
Billboards in all
variety
Colors reflecting those
of a rainbow
People.Each with a story
A story that is
bound to get lost in the city.
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