You in your smart white shirt
Charge down Bleeker St.
Forsaken amidst
The blackened bubblegum
That polka-dots
Your killer walk
They built this city
After such a fashion
That would warp
Any idle moment
Attempted at random
The trees strike attitudes
The trucks resume
Their runways
As you disappear
Down the block
Taking the formerly
Naked city
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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