to an old friend--a city, groaning
awake through splintered sun, its peaks
in humid haze, while people below walk layers
of history in each paved step, oblivious
what heights hang in her clouds--what hell
may stalk her sewers.
Goodbye, Philadelphia. I hope to come again soon. For now, I'm going home. I never would have guessed I belonged better on
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