Rebirth

Looking out a window
I stare-not knowing what I’m looking at

Pigeons scatter for no reason
Other than to cause a ruckus

What kind of city is this
Its heart lost to the sandy despair of the homeless

Forgotten roots of mediocre beginnings
I think this city needs a washing
An epic cleansing that brings life anew
In a wave of contemporary resurgence
Highlighting the cerebral poetry of life

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