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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Song of Life

standing in the dark
I listen to the city sing

it is an unfamiliar song
to these ears
more accustomed to the howl of coyotes
and the deep echoing song of the owls

sirens moan
brakes screech
a free spirit sings her way down the sidewalk
a homeless man begs
young people laugh and shout
horns honk

I do not know the words
to this song
but I know
it is the song of life

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