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Apr 2019
The cloud swallows the steel spires
jagged teeth into nowhere
structure and form digested
my morning takes hold
as I drive
these concrete byways
steady in lane
my imagination is bound
to follow the patterns set in
rock yet
I feel like mist.
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   Lorraine Colon
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