Travelog

A loud alarm at 3 a.m. aroused
500 guests and pushed us to the street.
Return was soon allowed, but no one drowsed
as deeply then – our rest was incomplete.
We traveled next to smashing, dashing feet
adjacent to our lodging. Unafraid
but stimulated, travel was replete
with pulsing light and siren serenade.

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