Best First Floor Poems

He thinks of dreams he often dreamed
In early morn, while yet it seemed
The young looked up to him with searching eyes
As deep and distant as the western skies,
He weighs again the words he wished to say
Long before the shadows stole his day
And robbed him of...

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stranger 
in a strange city
peers out
from a glass pane
of a forty-first floor
hotel room
down at a busy
evening avenue;

neon-lit,
the world below
seems to pulsate
in every direction,
throbbing,
vibrating
in a motorized
frenzy

of means
and of ends,
same everywhere
as anywhere,
the ultimate purpose,
it seems,
is still somewhere near
nowhere....

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