The city got dressed like her
Slippery shiny cheeks...
With a tinge of rouge
On her face...
Glossy eyelids...
And heels painting ripples
On water...
The city got dressed
Like her
Love red
By flowers at the gate of the park
Enshrined...
And
Rain drops hanging quiet
Filled pregnant
About to fall
From railings cast iron..,
Shone by passing headlights...
The city got into humming
Songs...
Of vagabondish charm...
Softy
And so warm
That she
As if foreclosed
Her debt account...
In the evening...
The city came
Like her,
A lost lover...
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