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As the busy street moves under me
and my feet keep time with the rhythm
of my internal symphony,
I'm moved.

As if by giant bellows, dark and thick
smoke issues from the restaurant, thanks to
the fires below preparing
savory treats.

All around this city, simple folk
convene to help each other live and breathe,
evidenced by dozens of
such fires.

Seán Nolen 2008.10.16