TIME OF DAY Poem by Umberto Fiori
TIME OF DAY
When it's the time for coming out of work
you can't walk anywhere.
Against the background noise, the voices
can barely be made out.
Half an hour or an hour,
and the streets are emptying,
the bar is shutting, the people
have already vanished.
Then on the other hand the houses -
you see how nothing hides them,
how day and night
in front of everyone
they stand there naked.
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