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Headphones cup my ears.
A ballad’s bridge crescendos
as a voice sings of moments
which have gone sometime ago,
and tears fall today more than usually they might.
30,000 feet above the curved line where earth and sky do meet,
amidst the clouds I leave a city.
This City has brought me to full emotions, varied.
So much depth within each to me was carried.
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Consuming the City is,
as a potent perfume,
one that reaches beyond scent
to affect all senses.
Life breathes from her iron, brick and wood.
Palpable are the heartbeats through song and word.
I do not close
any window
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as I fear missing the intricacies of herself she gifts.
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Senses live with intensity.
Each sound and sight invades my space.
Each builds to a level that seems of dreams
and vivid nightmares.
The ill-fated of dreams,
though they are somewhat rare
expose an earthy character,
expose just enough of self
to keep
in this humid air,
to keep my living fair,
to strip me down to truth,
to see me living bare.
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She is beauteous in her wear, sumptuous in her offerings. She is a life of immense flair, decadent, delicious. She is true.
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As landing gear is released from the belly of this high flyer,
it is abruptly felt though not heard this last flight home.
This bird, she touches tarmac
and rolls to her cage, her final evening stop.
My City trip, in the same moment rolls to its end.
Though I am full with memory,
a tear does dampen my cheek.
As strangers stir with a hurriedness
the noise is not heard by me,
as headphones cup my ears.
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Mary Jane's Shoes 