Not a city of the mild
All forward shouldering
Yet denying any wild
Accusations of smouldering
Eyes on those faces
All those faces, staring
Down corners of all places
No care, too much caring
Flitting left and right
Those eyes go, seeking
Other flitting flights
Perhaps some danger peeking
Around that corner there
Not yet, not yet
Not yet not unaware
In themselves the threat
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Sorry about the spacing in the previous post. The iPad really screws things up.
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