oh how the city shines

and the bike lane takes me around the
belly of the city
business suits walk by
staring and moving
identical parts
then there is this man
playing trumpet
and only the lapping harbor gives
a hand.

bike wheels squeal, delighted around the turn
oh how the city shines
like a girl preening in the mirror.

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