There’s That Date Again

June 12. But
who cares? She’s
getting on a plane
to leave these twin towns
tomorrow. New York
stories spoken—not
sung. Recover—not
disappear. A Flatiron
Building—not the Flats.
The Hudson and the East—not
the Cuyahoga. And
she’ll cross
the Mississippi, but
she’ll be back.

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