city
over the concreteformed and squared
buildings of glass and reflection
rise into the blue beyond
the air catches their bounce
and they sway slightly,
edge to edge
to rise and see below
the traffic does not cease
except, maybe
at dawn's early rise
when all is still silent with rest
wavy, small lake
aquatic and salty
dances in the rhythms
we stretched out, soaking in
the blessings of a paused clock.
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