just a poem. from 2004. something is wrong with my shift key.

There, there

Imagine a highway overpass.
You're standing on it,
leaning against the fence.

The passing cars
create a wind
that send your clothes
here and there.

Stop imagining the fence.
You're leaning against air
Just there.

If you look up
you'll be more scared
than if you look
down from there.
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Love,
The City