Early in the morning,
When the sanding dust accumulates
In drifts where cobwebs intersect
And smoke has just begun to settle
Pallid in the walls,
A boy of 26 or so
Fights a door with copied keys
From the sidewalk
Where the streetlight
Draws a faltered halo at his feet,
So that the lock is bared in flashes.
Another couple years,
And all the teeth should wear in nicely,
But it’s early and the light is barely
Clawing up from east.
If the key won’t make the tumbler turn,
He’ll wait there in the shrinking light
And think of all the work that isn’t done.

#Amsterdam #Netherlands

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