Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Sleeping Tigress

Early morning wandering in the Red Light District.
The sounds of the gulls cries
echoing down the empty canals.

Workers sit in the booths of the sex workers,
cleaning the glass that had been tinted red
the night before.

I always love cities in the morning
when they are most meek and vulnerable.
Amsterdam is a sleeping tiger if there ever was one.

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