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Nov 2013
A clock tower stands far from my reach.
Its brown, burnished body high above level
and I sit behind thick glass, my eyes far and below.

How will I reach you?

You stand in front and in between clouds and
you, strong, stand tall like anything under.
You stand in front and in between grey and filtered blue and
you, strong, stand tall like burnt brown caramel.

You are high above level.
Kris Hernandez
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Kris Hernandez  Brooklyn
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   Emily Tyler
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