Below the George Washington Bridge
Beneath the crisp blue place mat of sky
Bodegas weather the snow, rain, and sleet
Passing out hams with cheese
Sneaking loose cigarettes into worn hands
Neighborhood bars shake to merengue
Tube tops and ankle bracelets stretched to there
Hair and nail repair
Always included
To grab street polyester and synthetics
The part of mango
That stirs the strawberry
For the cup dost drinketh
Thoust green leaves burneth
The corners of 157 to 197
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I love. It resembles nothing other I have seen. My heart cools down in the days since my depart. The orangey - yellow blur remains and the smell of that sweet stinch lingers. The water looked regal and played just beside. If I looked with my heart I could see pass the GW. I could've had an empanada. Or a slice of grilled beef. In ether moment of thought there was a pause that brought forth the sound of your soul.
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