It’s More than the Step Streets

More than the foot I broke
outside Van Cortlandt Park.
And the friends

and family and
strangers who visited
me up there. To be at the end

of the line
at night and first
on the train the next

morning, to be safely wedged
northwest, to be rich
in two hours’ worth of rhythmic

thought each day is
to be more than the sum
of 160 steps up.

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