Davenport
Music lights the street.
It shines like souls.
Flowers hang rumors.
They make love.
Art plays guitar.
It's a one man show.
Libraries close shadows.
They are ink spills.
Runners lace the walks.
There's a trip in the sun.
Cultures zip over corners.
The Adler is home.
The Col is on vacation.
And the river is passing secrets.
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