Birds’ songs rise in concert
with the sun
while garbage trucks join
the allegro in bass
dissonance
and we wake
at the crescendo,
bleary-eyed.

 

Loosely inspired by the Daily Prompt: We Built This City (and by loosely, I mean just the word city…) and posted for NaPoWriMo.
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