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HERO

poetry by Genevieve Callaghan

Monday, October 17, 2011

The City was the Sea

The City was the Sea
this morning

sharp air sprayed with salt

blasts from elsewhere
everywhere

all hair flung -

And huddled like birds
the herds of commuters
were wordless, just
set

on getting where they needed to get
without getting
wet
Posted by Hero at 4:38 PM

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