You make my hair curl
around a yearning
for a straighter path. Deep beneath
the streets you go
to rescue these roots
from those utilities. The rinse is never
final. Four men in suits cross over
without looking
in both our directions. They don’t
believe in rain. You aren’t to be believed—
weather becomes an emotion
under your care.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
i really liked urban element and pervious. i’m so glad i subscribed to your blog-it’s nice to come home from work to. just thought i’d let you know how much they mean to me.
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Thank you Matt. I subscribed to yours too. I feel the same way, friend!
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