she speaks of winter but the words never come
in long-sleeves holding coffee
in the whispers
of what a new day will bring
there is a moment
between red and green lights
between the bar
and the gallery
on a street so
covered with graffiti
it feels like a
coral reef
in the city
in all of the
spaces where I fail
greatest among
them is where I fail to see that I have succeeded
as I cross the
street alone
in the hope that
they are somewhere better than here
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