A galaxy apart from pastoral green,
clack and bell of cable cars,
from the granite bench
of Victoria Secret’s windowed underwear
as I exhale a cigarette
into a metropolitan herd
of expressionless humans
headed somewhere– white
knuckled drive into one-way streets
persistent Siri suggests wrongly.
I wonder what I’m doing here.
What ARE you doing there?!
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I understand. I have driven through New York City but never stopped. Don’t think that’s going to change. I’ll stay in New Mexico! LOL!
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Well, I hope you had a good time even in the confusion.
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