The Walkman on the long rides throughout
the boroughs
As you explored the world.
The spiral notebook bedside in your dorm
room that caught your dreams
Before they slipped away.
The Canal Street non-prescription glasses
you wore that made you see
That others don't see properly.
The sanctuary in Riverside Church where you
could read a novel, before you went to play.
Thankful for every shadow flicker that
danced like prayers
As the fire grew within.
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