A Walk In New York This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Dank, cool morning

Rushes up to greet me emptily

As my feet drag forward, up, along

Endless broken sidewalks.

Quietly I trip down my way

Pulled and pushed by rushing pedestrians

My shoulders flex, nose quivers

Breath billows from my mouth and nostrils.

I lose myself in sighing

Within the shuffle of the street

Walkers scurry by

And having lost all peripheral vision ...

Crash into one another -

Yet still, flesh on flesh

Gazes drop down to cold pavement

Hearts of stone flash blindly

In the morning air.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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