Progress
To step a moment back through time's veils
To stand beside a slowly flowing river
To reach down with cupping hands
and swallow the cold sweetness of fresh clean water
Then blink to stand again in the gutter
of New York's East Side
Watching the beautiful colors of
oily puddling sunlit filth
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