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Open, these
arms like elevator doors
aggravated too many times
by the pressing of a button.

The dark breaks in through my curtains
and I am looking at a stranger
the way I never do on the train. Each day
is sun and jeans and aching licking at heels, traveling
around the ankle, throat
much lighter than kneecap, eyes
wider than my stride.

The first thing I
learn from the city is why
my posters keep falling off the walls.
They are colorful and expressive, but
do not know how to cling
to that which sustains their brightness.

We are seven blocks off broadway
and the traffic is spot on. I am
constantly
five minutes ahead
of exhaustion, until I deposit
my breath onto my bedcovers and
sink my steps like ships into the carpet.

Bouyancy, you see
remains a theoretical state, until suddenly tested
by the weight of daring.
Full title: I Hope New York Does Not Sink, Like Venice
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Elmara Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2009  Student Writer
why
my posters keep falling off the walls.
They are colorful and expressive, but
do not know how to cling
to that which sustains their brightness.


:nod:
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iamPoetry Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Compelling.
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Fledgist Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
This poem is very much like Manhattan. Rapid and breathless. I like it.

When I lived in NYC, I was always half a block from Broadway.
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moondrunk Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2009   Writer
what are you searching for
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blackpearleyes Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2009   General Artist
I am looking at a stranger
the way I never do on the train.

We are seven blocks off broadway
and the traffic is spot on. I am
constantly
five minutes ahead
of exhaustion, until I deposit
my breath onto my bedcovers and
sink my steps like ships into the carpet.
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ihaveastory Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2009
We are seven blocks off broadway
and the traffic is spot on. I am
constantly
five minutes ahead
of exhaustion, until I deposit
my breath onto my bedcovers and
sink my steps like ships into the carpet.


That is crazy amazing. (though the order of the last two lines throws me off a little)
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mySeity Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2009
thank you.
and yes, it is an odd sort of logic, but I do follow that order at the end of a long day
(:
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