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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1486128
Short poem about my first trip into New York City alone.
10/13/07


from
suburban yellow
rural spot mellow
to
coffee shop rebels
urban sprawl ghetto

starving artist, homeless
bench view of the palisades
vending machines checked
collecting coins like a meter maid
corner corn-dog ordered,
across the street from a renegade
not quelled by the concrete range
ancient voice in a modern day

exit epic autumn,
when leaves fell like steady rain
city skyline drifting,
face pressed close to the window pane
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