ThisMorning

The buildings of downtown 
stand like guards in
full coronation regalia patient
immovable and at attention 
Fog hangs about their 
shoulders like dusty applets 
the light from windows 
shining like hundreds of 
tiny polished brass buttons 
all huddled together leaning 
one against the other 
like drunken sailor revelers 
in port on leave 
waiting for the military 
police to sweep them 
up like boozy rubbish 
and pour them back 
aboard their heaving ships