Posts Tagged ‘52nd Street’

Some people to me are

Translucent, generally the ones I trust most, the ones I want closer,

Blurred, running through life too fast for the casual eye,

Opague, like he was at times,

These are the dangerous ones,

Him racing through his life but

Grandma never knew his silences

Never figured him out

Never wrote a poem or heard a symphony

Or travelled.

The small town she grew up in was the whole world for her


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