It’s been a year—I wouldn’t turn
to stone or tin
if I ran into you on the sidewalk
in the shadow
of your tower. That we haven’t crossed
paths since we decided to cross
each other off
the list is a sign. Our lanes
weren’t meant to merge
on any slope—slippery or not.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
The whole piece is great, but
“It’s been a year —I wouldn’t turn
to stone or tin
if I ran into you on the sidewalk
in the shadow
of your tower. ”
Great meter for the build-up and perfect wording.
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Thank you for your nice commments and for checking out my blog. I see you have a poetry blog too. Nice to have kindred spirits out there.
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