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*Thin like the willow Grey as the dove Quiet as the wind beneath which pesters the cat floats the wings and sweeps the city streets clean of debris Dark as the asphalt Soft as the paws Lean like meat Old like soil And slick like oil as it drips from beneath Shaking like the bedrock The running water whips Damp as the corners And dry as your eyes It slips And where asphalt meets the mossgrown bricks Corners are placed and worlds collide And the man within is locked away Within the metaphorical city street Would the Central Park I know and love, return to me? In all such glory The Willow trees*
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
A Well Known Place
*Thin like the willow Grey as the dove Quiet as the wind beneath which pesters the cat floats the wings and sweeps the city streets clean of debris Dark as the asphalt Soft as the paws Lean like meat Old like soil And slick like oil as it drips from beneath Shaking like the bedrock The running water whips Damp as the corners And dry as your eyes It slips And where asphalt meets the mossgrown bricks Corners are placed and worlds collide And the man within is locked away Within the metaphorical city street Would the Central Park I know and love, return to me? In all such glory The Willow trees*
Must go.
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colmistoirm
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
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