Traffic in the City {poetry}

Like a flock of startled birds
flapping out their wings for flight
umbrellas in the crowd

open wide. They bob like
bottles in a stream, colors
catching eyes but secrets

corked inside. The taxi drivers
honk like geese & grab which
fish they can, pluck one

up then drag it off with
squeals and round the corners with
a calling screech.

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