City lost in Agoraphobia

The morning sound,
families of birds
communicating
in the tall trees.

Horizon full
of giant cherries

Plenty to see
from the back balcony:
Dancing Ulm trees
and a silver Pinaceae,
carrying the weight of
so many cones.

At first,
it smells like a fresh morning,
then at a more profound sniff
a clear scent of trash,
traveling from Pata Rat.

A few times per day
becomes the dominant smell
for this city.

It´s the scent of agoraphobia,
such repellent pestilence!
the most horrible of them all.