The huge city of New York
(I was there in February)
Seems to do nothing but reflect back itself
In its hard, shiny surfaces.
Yet, underneath its exterior,
You can find small signs of tenderness —
Like a tree trunk snuggled in a scarf of love;
And the faded yet vibrant beauty of an old emergency phone
Graced with stickers of love.
I’m away in the mountains of Norway for work and won’t be able to get around to your blogs for a few days.
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