Passers-by swim past.
Wandering lustre. Décor damp yet tidy.
Somnolent inside, dragging presence
down within. Fighting fidgeting.
Shallow breaths between
coffee sips and toasted lip service.
Harsh reflective canyon gusts
swallow clothes and cast-off newspapers
and concrete dust.
Not so much as a welcoming
hint as a command.
wondering when is
pay week. Morning office
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