AT THE RISK OF
The street has a coating of
water : a shine like no other.
The city-wide buses swoosh.
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'Let's go the 14th,' I hear someone
say, 'then we can walk over, west,
and get there that way.' Oh drear,
oh drear, I know their trek already.
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Like everyone else, it's either the
High Line, or the Whitney. It's the
sundry-seller's crowd. They stop and
look at everything. Babies born in
Woolworth's and they've just never left.
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At times, most all, this world makes me tired.
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