Coda: The Optional Voice — The City That Speaks in Texture

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◌ Coda: The Optional Voice

Morning arrives
with a softer edge.

The street opens
like a clean page
warmed by sun.

My palm wakes first—
ridge-ring still raised,
holding yesterday’s grit
in a shallow orbit
like a small remembered constellation.