Lost in a City
in the bustle and crowd, the neon lights up high
held hands hold, together two things, rope
meander streets in a forest of reflections
stones and others block our way
through pits of stations, and crosswalk ways
a bond held on, two was two yet four
my math checks out, that is all good
until one brief heartbeat,
one red-light’s distain, broke the chain
watching as they evaporate into the body
stone glass buildings swallow my feelings
my body is turned to glaze,
a rain breaks out, but only over me
alone, I reside now in my own misery.
1/23/22 – Andy McRae
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