Windows at Five

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

At five, the office windows begin returning the sky. Screens go dark. Chairs release their shoulders. The elevator swallows one tired floor at a time. Outside, buses breathe at the curb. A bakery lifts its warm metal door. Someone buys flowers for no official reason. The city loosens its tie and remembers it has a name.
56 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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