Once you lived in a city.
Tall buildings and thick
air, noisy traffic, yellow
cabs. Apartments with
blackened brick facades.
You were a child then.
You didn’t know.Dresses and book bags,
cold breath at crowded
bus stops. Oblivious,
innocent, provocative,
shining hair tied back
with white ribbons. Up
& down the library steps.
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