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Nov 2015
Caffeinated air drowns out care for
surrounding discussion
where time is a diamond ring
on this restless city

Wind whips my hair like a weapon
around a weary mind,
blind for a moment before a banister
catches keys and returns hearts in a fluster

Robotic beings waver between ferry floors
ignoring neighboring humans who appear too
busy to say
excuse me

The statue's a bore constructed from
the calloused hands of aged excitement


no window-seat desires
except that of
a whimsical child's
Rina Vana
Written by
Rina Vana  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
   jane taylor
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