Tale of City Morn

The city sleeps til dawn’s spawned fly-by-night
Across a sky which echoes sparrows’ cheep.
Life, like a clock rewound, from slumber deep
Emerges to encourage future flight.
On time tight schedules trigger traffic light,
Frame complex contexts within which men reap
Care or joy, employ their talents, sweep
In rewards, vexed disappointment’s plight.
Things simple seem through black and white:
Yesterday, now bottom of the heap,
Mirrors distortions of tomorrow’s keep, -
Our flair's aware of changing air in sight.
Restructured daily, life’s mosaic shows
New threads f[l]ed into future’s spreadsheet flows.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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