She sits alone painting
A magnificent portrait
Of her mind
Brushing strokes of raindrops
She assaults the umbrellas
Of countless passerbys
A scent of roasted coffee
Trails a trolly
Along miles of mirrored glass
City birds nest on statues
Of valiant heroes
Who pose to glorify the past
While beggers sleep in alleys
Beneath the plush high rise
Of an elitist upper class
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