City walks

City walks in confused memories of dreams,
On old well fed stomachs growling distantly.
Puppies keep sniffing at stranger feet pants.

And sad ladies do their things with brooms.
City walks with scraps of poems under hair.
Soon they are lost from city’s thinning pate.

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