A Kumba Morning

By BurtsBees

Under a canopy of forged metal

and splintered wood

I stand,

sheltered from the drizzle

of an eventual downpour.

 

An okada zips past,

driver and passenger,

eager to find dry refuge.

 

For now, the city settles in for a nap.

 

OH.

I must have been mistaken.

A brilliant blue says hello.

 

The clouds shift west

and the hustle

continues.

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