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In City

IN CITY I still walk your streets for the untended curb, the flattened can, the half-opened shade. I am in the dark, unspilled light, uninspected. I am caught in the city of cautious regard. I am not violent but I wonder what it would take to crack the cement and bend the rebar to let a man out.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/10/2021 11:35:00 PM
that's beautiful expression
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Date: 4/6/2020 6:18:00 AM
In the midst of mayhem; one can divulge the hermit.
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Date: 11/30/2019 9:30:00 AM
I can see why this was a winner.
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Date: 1/3/2018 2:07:00 PM
"I am caught in the city of cautious regard..." "but i wonder what it would take to crack the cement and bend the rebar to let a man out". I feel like I'm walking in the story.
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Date: 12/22/2017 10:28:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Douglas.
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Date: 12/22/2017 10:10:00 AM
Great use of metaphor in this concise, thought-provoking piece, Douglas! Congrats! Janice
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Date: 12/22/2017 8:38:00 AM
Great write! Fantastic last few lines.
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Date: 11/28/2017 12:47:00 PM
Wow! This resonates with me
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Douglas Brown
Date: 11/28/2017 12:52:00 PM
Thanks, Shae.
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Douglas Brown
Date: 11/28/2017 12:52:00 PM
Thanks, Shae.