Cobble stone roads luring you inside
wondrous caverns of memories
of reds and browns coating the heavenly
warmth of commerce companionship
reflecting welcoming faces and foreign dispositions,
intrigued by the promise of adventure
sweet and savory ride the airways
to hallways buried within themselves
triumph and despair wound
in debt and deflated dreams soften with a gaze of interest
layers of shoes at a snail’s pace
keep the cadence to the spirits heartbeat,
highlighted by high hats of chatter
overlaying strings of desire,
under the eye, of a golden pig

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