Mallory Street Mantra
 

cry for the city
but never look back
into waning souls
heaving white flags
at smoky skies

wondering why masses
of tired feet
talk long walks
off of short piers.

to keep the faith
one should jettison
tardy friends;
smile at mountains
cursing your name

in every prayer
cry for the city
but never look back.


 
 

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