down through the city streets I walk
arm-in-arm with my emotional defenses,
waiting to see if the light-of-day
really is as bright as they claim it to
be;
figments of my imagination fly by
as the chilly winds of forgetfulness
blow hard down below the buildings
that stand tall on either side of me;
crucial monuments stand in my way
as streets are crossed at each
intersection
and avenues are over-looked because
they head in the wrong direction;
fleets of observers’ flock to my
rescue
as coffee spills out of my cup and I
forget my apologies have been left
in my room along with my wallet.
23nov17
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