Saturday, February 6, 2016

sometimes i forget to thank new york

for her sun pulled days 
with hot air balloons filling my chest.
for the bitter cracking winter with its nostalgic sadness 
littering the sidewalks like black raindrops, the fossils of 
gum long past.

new york taught me how to listen to bridges,
building stoops,
apartment walls,
they whisper endlessly with
the best kind of
stories.

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