One Day At A Time
Friday, April 26, 2013
Sun Through Tracks
When I was a boy
the city loomed
and swallowed me
As a man
it cradles
nutures
and supports me.
When I was a boy
I hated the city
fought against it
As a man
it's a part of me
a silent conspiraor
comforting and wise.
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