Noon Rush
noon rush...
the spray of river water
on hot concrete
the spray of river water
on hot concrete
blackbird song
blackbird song as far as the road goes between the hills
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_I'm sure you've seen a drop of water plunging to a dirty side-walk, its impact causing... a burst upward, and around that drop... a little halo of dust; I see that in your post. _m