The city sees like Santa Claus.
Every misdeed is captured.
Every lost soul is whereabouts known --
known but not shared.
The city sees all,
but it does keep secrets...
sometimes.
The City Sees [Free Verse]
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There once was a lazy sales clerk who didn’t want clients to think her a jerk. The solution, you see, was the airport duty-free, where there’d be no obligation to work. [And the salary would be a nice perq.]

springtime.
yellow blossoms
refuse to fall.