So here I am in this city
Walking these streets again
At home and lonely, Safe, and lost
With wind in my heart and my hair
The wrath sun pokes holes
In the Tiramisu thick clouds
So spots of light appear
Transient warmth on this grey day
The sky spits and the cars flick dirt
While stray newspapers wrap
Themselves around legs
Hungry cats affectionate for food
The snails are all washed out
Driven to homeless wandering
Trailing their silken paths
Where the careless feet tread
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