The city trots through the night on hooves
long reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught
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