dark night
dawn breaks
curtain rises
songs of streets
birds chirp
trees rustle
the soft sounds
of the choir
folks wake
doors creak
daily rhythm
now begun
radios crackle
engines rev
an underlying
melodious hum
garbage cans
rattle, crash
urban drums
don’t miss beats
dogs bark
voices call
off beat notes
punctuate air
people gone
about their day
all is quiet
the song is sung
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