Thursday, March 15, 2012


"It's so beautiful,
But so empty,"
She said,
As we walked
Down 15th street.
She meant the street
She meant the city
She meant the descent
Of autumn on
The northwest.
She didn't mean me
But I felt it,
And her words
Lingered above my head
And weighed me
To the pavement with
Every single step.  

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