A Poem
Their hearts pump blood into this city of gold
Street lamps light my eyes with delight
Hold your tongue if you have the map
Let me see where the water hits the paved brick
Red, red tongue and cheek and hands
Red from the cold biting into the cracks on your skin
Closed eyes; it’s red
But their feet move the pavement
Their eyes give it sight
Their bodies, like water
They make this city of red
A city of gold
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