Tagged: gates

perhaps when we reach

periodically,

periodically,
the heart gets loosened, rattles
in the middle of

the night, to a mysterious
rhythm, waking everything
.
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it doesn’t take long

it doesn’t take long
to get used to waking up
to the sound of steel

rubbing against each other,
telling the same city stories
.
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here – across blocks of

here – across blocks of
concrete and locked
gates, in a seemingly
deserted perimeter –
is a sign of the times:
a gathering, some
companionship, maybe
camaraderie, but
definitely no deliveries
.
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