New York (Iii)
Like two detectives in the night
We walk the glass slipper.
I have to remind myself I’m still learning.
To be alone is the soul’s paralysis.
Though in the solitude there is everything.
To be sad is ongoing, and important for life.
And to be free is the starving mind,
Growing and starving.
Step and Stares.
New York wares.
Eat me.
Lovely.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2008
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