Footsteps on the stairs,
hear the traffic
through the window,
sounding like the surf
as the cars roll past
like waves crashing
on the shore
Passing voices,
laughs and oaths,
echo in the street
and the steam heat
sing, "i got steam heat"
starts to whistle
but i don't hear a tune,
just the asphalt sea and me
with concreted beaches separating each block...
01-17-13
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