Untitled. Nina

I can hear the trains and buzz of traffic

The beeping of a stopping bus and chirping of the birds

Cutting through the silence of the dark morning before the dawn

I feel the quietness of the sounds through the air

And all is well in my little world; such solitude this morning

While I drink my black coffee;
The block sleeps at 5 am

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