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Sep 2013
Four stories higher than at least thirty-seven people below.
Walking, one foot in front of the other,
Eyes, aimed straight ahead for duty's sake;
For the sake
Of avoiding
eye contact.

Infant crow's feet well up upon hearing biblical friendships:
Best friendships.
Hood covers eyes; hood covers everything
except heavy breathing and fast-pace swaggering.
The thought
Of you
suffering,
is dagger-ing.

To be brown, and free, and un-connected!
To be without bias, to be without mate.
To comfort and to sidle up next to
in the most innocent kind of way.
To approach, and to be responded to.
To be noticed, all of the time.
To be hidden, most of the time.

I am deeply, deeply sorry.
The mountains humble,
the news crushes me.
Watching discordant relationships on the street,
the extent of self-help.
Madeleine Toerne
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Madeleine Toerne
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