Nina Loves Lefty
In bright red paint, beneath my feet,
Was a declaration, short and sweet:
Nina Loves Lefty! but with a heart
Instead of “Loves,” so, urban art.
That’s how graffiti used to be,
Touting one’s identity
Or that of someone much adored
Without a message untoward.
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