In The City

the air is more than warm
warmer
as the afternoon grows long
city traffic is punishing
the street
the roars
mechanical beasts
the blowing of horns
the sound of brakes
squealling like pigs
a thousand pairs of feet
pounding the pavement
just gone four
cafe bars crowded
conversations drifting
lifting beyond
the privacy of individuals
but of course
today is Friday

Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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