inspecting the instant


here is the sky


here is the blunted edge

of a building...the brick covered

with worn away white paint


here is a muted expanse of sunglow

emerging from the gray clouds

of a diffident Sunday morning


here are the streets empty but for me


and here are some structures

of the daily man-made world

idle and waiting for tomorrow

and another week in the life....

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