my eyes are like x-rays as I meander through the City and the the sights, sounds, and smells flash through my brain and come out as words that dance upon a page.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Sidewalk Solo
I night walk down a cold stretch of 9th Avenue from frozen Hell's Kitchen to windy Chelsea, each measured, leather-soled footstep saying "I am", "I am", "I am."
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