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Description
Skittering, scuttling, scampering feet
Beat time on the sidewalk in midsummer's heat.
New scents flutter in on smog-laden wind
While stale sounds rise up over stonework and sin.

It's hard to feel tall dodging leather and ore,
Yet we dance and flit past the hard-working score.
We've learned to survive by our fingertips' fruit,
Pulling silver and time from the pockets of suits.

We camp in a classroom of slivers and dirt;
We burn papers and people and the hems of our shirts.
Our smoke signals spread, sending word of our plight
As sirens and strays sing our song in the night.

Description
Skittering, scuttling, scampering feet
Beat time on the sidewalk in midsummer's heat.
New scents flutter in on smog-laden wind
While stale sounds rise up over stonework and sin.

It's hard to feel tall dodging leather and ore,
Yet we dance and flit past the hard-working score.
We've learned to survive by our fingertips' fruit,
Pulling silver and time from the pockets of suits.

We camp in a classroom of slivers and dirt;
We burn papers and people and the hems of our shirts.
Our smoke signals spread, sending word of our plight
As sirens and strays sing our song in the night.