A Child in Boston

Tue, 04/08/2014 - 23:47 -- m2xbxh

When the world turns, are we turning with it?

Or are you standing there

like you did last week

in the middle of a crowd

while it flowed (hurried) around you?

I turned for a second, and my heart

it stopped

in fear and in love

for the question unbidden from my lips

"what are you doing"


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