this week the city heats to a boiling point
and young women melt on the southbound A train
a breeze pushes me eastward on 74th street that day
spite and heedless persistence carry me downstairs
the sun is at its peak and i re-enter the subway station
caroline and i explore the city, if only for the afternoon
i take the overnight bus home, only stopping at the border.
i cannot sleep more than a moment but i am finally at rest.
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