Isn’t very subtle
All yawns but no sleep
It rests right foreground
On the empty wet street
On the left a row of row-houses
And on the other side a crush
Of stately skyscrapers
Ominous as always
The air is moist and soft
So you can feel the colors
Before you see the shapes
Of a rush of children
Still in their pajamas
Come crying down the street
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