A baby cries, the ferry toots;
A
dog will not stop yapping.
A
sparrow chirps, the traffic hums;
A
flag is gently flapping.
A
jogger’s footfalls pound the path;
A
motorboat goes chugging.
A
barge, though large, makes quiet splashes
With
its tugboat tugging.
Bits
of conversations drift;
A
radio starts blasting.
Urban
peace is something that
You
cannot count on lasting.
Still,
out on the esplanade,
In
sunshine, all is pretty,
As
here I sit and listen to
The
soundtrack of the city.
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