The City in July
No, tomorrow is not just a
thing we should expect to
come along and follow our
every today like a shadow.
Or that even this moment is
as concreted as New York.
Where you, o darling, stroll
through the ins and outs of my
mind like the back alley veins
of this city, leaving an impression
on my every thought like the dog
days of summer teaching me to bark.
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