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Never Been To Manhatten

Rats in sewers, vultures squawk,
luring the unwary down sidewalks.
It’s said the place is always on the go.
The whole of every day. Never slows.
Where I stay sleeps,
wrapped in empty hours.
Mice in the drainpipes, sparrows on the pavement.
Night cap, half ten, lights doused,
Someone once told me when roused,
that it once appeared on a map.

11 Nov 17

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I like "lights doused."  Mini hyperbole.
 — Infrangible