The city is aroused, today.
It can barely contain its excitement
As the boys kiss the girls
And the sky shows its skin.
Even the cathedral spires quiver
In the summer ardour
And the buses - eager sowers -
Scatter tourists into the streets.
Waitresses' skirts fan behind them
As they flutter from one table to another,
All smiles and all legs.
And yet my glass remains empty.
by shamrock
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