fresh slush new
york city barb
and I walk
marathonly through herds
of shoppers walk
around them and
their bulk, sliver
parallel to passing
metal passing noise
the city quite
staccato plus quite
brass in tone
motion is thought
and present tense
tames whatis
not really wrong
breathe in out
barb celebrates with
me daylight in
its least common
denominator with that
breathing that fuels
morning after morning
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thank you Shiela for your staccato rhythm motioned express(ion(ed)) poem
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