1
Navigating through liquid crowds
in this city map of rooting veins.
With only a single eye, left, open,
capture every drop as it remains
seeping into pedestrian subways.
Neon flyers flutter for today.

There is a hint of salt in the air.

Faceless individuals, they never ask
but somehow they always know.

2
Silent assemblies
at school when we refused to sing;
on the streets we learn
to breathe through toxic chemical overkill
and politics and chemistry
and physics and geography.
And humanities.

We held green tickets for the first time,
not for conventional reasons,

but as an unspoken goodbye.

3
Find comfort in being overshadowed
by trees, by skyscrapers, by people,
yet we speak when need be
to whom
must listen
when we discard our reserved nature
within or against the same brick walls
at home or across the oceans.

They ask you about your hometown
They ask you what this poem is about
Say “it’s complicated”,

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