The silver of a concrete wall

in shade before the dawn

as streetlights give way to the sun

and one by one they're gone

The rhythm of pedestrians

as back and forth they walk

with heels on sidewalks, hands on phones

to fill the air with talk

The rushing of the traffic

meets the singing of a dove

and the steady dripping of a pipe

that's leaking high above

A door held for a stranger

and a high-five for a friend

and the songs of street musicians

greet you at the sidewalk's end