Coffee cups clanging, crashing, kissing lips
The bittersweet bliss of a “day off.”
Market chatter, barter songs and siren calls,
Glittery glass and cold concrete—
The sounds of Saturday:
Steel beams, rusted links and children playing;
A week’s anxiety collected in a corner cubicle;
The city sings its song of release
As I seek
Green relief for my concrete fever.
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