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or when I could not button my jacket and the light changed from red to green to yellow to red. Swinging over the avenue's alphabet, and on the corner stood a man and on the corner stood a woman and down the sidewalk, salted, and we warmed our fingers and our feet by the bathroom door and we warmed our knees and our ears and we kept our mouths cold but for the music, and we kept our mouths cold but for that music. Sang sweetly from strings and where the pain from knuckles bruises all the way to heart, eyes come in check and I dared but to take a look - the feathering blink and open, blink and open. drafts from the cold, cold floor. a city and all its motion - the heat comes from sewers, the heat comes from traffic, the heat comes from breath.