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spaces
driving through
new york,
cities-
where there is
plenty
plenty
of spaces
and then again,
none
are found,
and through every street
i see signs
many signs
many directions to other streets
and avenues
and boroughs
yet none point me to where time isn’t borrowed-
where air is clean and crisp
and
space is vast
and open-
but not just the space,
the soul-
the spirit and life
are
open
arms
to me,
and
for me,
but still i look to find
hands ajar,
like an oyster
drudged up from the atlantic
with its doors cracked open
and when i pry into them
i look to see a
pearl,
but
find only
a stone,
and that
is the only soul i see-
that is the life:
saturating all space
and city
so there is nothing left to do,
but
stand
on the
bridge
over the hudson river
and watch the gray water ebb below me.
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