I traveled in a lonely city
where i saw
A young planter catching a bat,
A guarding man playing with a cat,
A skinny cashier watching his fat,
A black-smith sewing his hat,
A flashy cleaner going to the mat,
A watering woker kicking a vat,
And a city with no soul to look at.
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A refined poetic imagination, Enrisey. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.