2.17.20

Coffee cups clanging, crashing, kissing lips The bittersweet bliss of a “day off.” Market chatter, barter songs and siren calls, Glittery glass and cold concrete— The sounds of Saturday: Steel beams, rusted links and children playing; A week’s anxiety collected in a corner cubicle; The city sings its song of release As I seek Green... Continue Reading →

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