Nyc Iii
that man
that cried
on the corner
tears
made him
invisible
I too
let him
wash away
in front of us
I saw
him
sail
by
in
his
own
liquid form
and we
were
a thousand
pairs
of shoes
crossing
the street
so
our
feet
wouldn't
get wet.
© Gry W Christensen
Copyright © Gry Christensen | Year Posted 2014
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