SpaceTime

Space

I am standing in the rain

between Broadway and 42nd

for centuries people pass me

I begin to think I’m a ghost

when a child stops and asks me

what are you seeking?

I answer

a question

to en-flesh me

Time

Everything eventually

falls into place

Everything given time

falls   a   p   a    r    t

We live between…

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