The city was traffic

  Strings of yarn crossing from the su-burps to the downtown

  Metal beetles crawling the web with hurry

  The Spider of Down Town sat in the middle connecting metal dots

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  Sky Scrapers on its back pierced the evening sky

  Tram Ladies sat one next to one talking in idle

  Death is quite an eternal thing one nodded

  The Dolphin with it's newpaper, turning pages flickering air fan

  Mondays follow the Sundays

  Suns rises and sets

  I'm alive the lady in bright yellow thought

  Large brimmed hat floating the sea of air

  A man with a concrete cane crawled out the window

  A lizard twirped , rythm pale and crusty

  Tram to the next stop and next, like grapes

  "Good Afternoon" the Dolphin said and found his pod