Shaded by ancient trees <br />the avenue wakes <br />as shopkeepers pull down <br />their multi-striped blinds. <br />Early coffee drinkers <br />dip silver spoons <br />into tiny cups <br />and stir life with a tinkle. <br />The new sun sends signals <br />to todays dusty streets; <br />that there will be no let up <br />in its skin-warming glory. <br /> <br />I order another coffee, <br />and drink and drown <br />in the atmosphere <br />of this Summer city.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drink-and-drown/
