This City

To walk this city
at my pace
I see me.
I am glorious blue, and polluted gray, shades among.
I am determined and loud, lost and exactly in place, silent and moving,
constantly moving.
I belong and I don’t.  Who knew?
It knew.  This city knew.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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