Dublin on waking
Is like a city in recovery
Reflecting the previous night
Through street cleaners churning refuse
Sleeping bums turning over
Laddered workers reaching up
To paint what has come undone
To fix the cracks in the city
Stemmed from lobbed bottles
Ledges in weathered ruin falling
All around their feet
These morning hours they toil
For soon the city will breathe deeply
Will lash awake like a constrained athlete
Or tuned instrument breaking silence
And they will take their ladders
Stop their machines
And join in living with their excesses
For only before waking does Dublin live
A city in repose
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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