miss the lights
the subway tiles
fluorescent saturday nights
you miss the city
in minutes unpassed
in streets unmarked
sidewalks undanced
and your back stretched
your hands broke
your mother cried
your dad spoke
in between tones of help
and love and grace
you packed and smiled
closed the door, tears
streaming down your face
new air breathes your bones whole
new loves, changing waves
find home in your messy, searching soul
and all that glitters is also grime
and all that deep, rich air (if chosen)
is yours, is mine
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