Carry Away

I must walk
these streets.
I fear
these streets.

I love
these streets.

Open or blocked
with Jersey barriers,
one way or boulevarded,
paved or cobblestoned,

crowded or abandoned,
I am these streets.

Someone shouts:
Hurry back!
I wake from that dream
where I run barefoot

on inner city sidewalks.
It’s happening again.

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