(Untitled, photograph of Paris by Eugene Atget)
the simmering waters of the seine
breathe the sweat of industry
it encircles the cool morning damp
and settles residually on the ghost
of a thousand purposeful footsteps
that echo in the memory
of the worn cobblestone streets
the solace of night subsides
giving way to the sharp cut of morning air
a new day is on the horizon
and in this glorious ambiguity
of shifting skies
when the dust of yesterday
has come to rest
in moistened grime
somewhere
distant minds are pulling themselves
from the caress of contented slumbers
and wearied souls
emerge to face the impending sun
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