North Side


I followed you to the North side of
the city,
where the buildings were dreams
the people moved in bundles, like
little brown packages
I felt you up on the subway and
when the lights came on, I was left to
enjoy only the thought

I was there.
You were there.
The NAACP was there.
The sirens were there.
The freaks were there.

But the world was still small
On a map, perhaps, only the size of
a thumb

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