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I have seen you like a skyline
far off behind twisted overpasses,
towers blue against the horizon haze.

A downtown intersection
bike-bells clang the moment’s urgency,
restless with doing, doing, doing.

I stretch out for your hands and they pass me by,
the crosswalk chimes
so do plans hurtle towards their fruition.

Pigeons nest between rooftop spikes:
My city loves
the only way it knows how.

Photo by Dillon Kydd on Unsplash.

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