Tagged: metropolitan

in a city of

in a city of
over eight
million people,
we have no
choice but to
come together,
no excuse
but to rub
off on one
another,
no hope
but to keep
reaching
for that
reflection

gleaming
in the sun
.
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before music became

before music became
portable
, it could tickle
the toes, pull on our
skirts, tease our rhythms,
and make small talk
with memories. it is
no small wonder then
that we pack the trains
every morning, side
by side, plugged in,
absorbed, seeing
without looking
.
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