my mom asks me
(she says)
wasn't there something
i was
supposed to do today,
you know,
like
watch for Jesus
coming back
in
the clouds.
memories of central park
weigh heavy on my mind...
the city calls
from
distant skies,
she says,
there is somewhere
i'm
supposed to be,
engulfed
in my own
upper
east side story...
right?
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